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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: First all day session with Joker, a bored Joker at that...

Chapter Seven: All Work and No Play...
    Instead of twenty-eight, Marie woke up feeling like she was 400. Every part of her body seemed to be sore, especially the still slightly swollen left side of her face. The eye was able to partially open now but the vision out of it was so blurred that she was better off keeping it closed. Instead of just one day, it felt like she had lived through a hundred years yesterday; something that didn’t bode well for today. Groaning in pain as her joints protested from the odd position she had fallen asleep in, the Psychologist pulled herself to her feet and shambled to the shower like a zombie.
    Once she was finished with her morning ablutions, the blonde went to her dresser to dig out a suit for the day. Unfortunately, with everything that had happened, she had entirely forgotten to do laundry. This left her with only one suit and she pulled it out with a half amused, half exasperated look on her pale face. “Of course it has to be this one, of fucking course. Why did I even buy this in this first place,” Marie grumbled, although she knew the answer to that question very well. Purple and green were her favorite colors, had been long before Joker had made himself a name in Gotham. It was a rather unfortunate coincidence that he shared the same fondness for them.
    As the blonde came into Arkham, she held up at hand at the receptionist’s amused grin. “Just save it. I bought this long before the guy ever came to the surface in Gotham,” the Psychologist hissed at the teen as she strode quickly into the office. She ignored everyone’s stares and snickers as she went into her office. They were probably already busy assuming she was the new Harleen Quinzel, something that made her teeth grind in irritation. Cursing the fact that she had neglected to do her laundry, she went to her office and shut the door. She would probably never hear the end of this as long as she lived.
    As the morning wore on, Marie found herself falling into the routine of going to visit with Dr. Crane before she stopped herself. Last night two of her patients had escaped, leaving her with only Joker. Usually in a case like this, she would have been given two new patients to take the place of the ones she lost but all the patients currently in Arkham were perfectly fine on their treatment plans. That only left two options for her. Either she sit in her office like a useless lump or she takes three sessions with Joker until more patients are brought in or some need to be changed to a different doctor.
    “Good morning doc,” came a familiar east coast accent, snapping her back to reality as she found herself in front of a very familiar cell door. She had long made her decision before she even came to work today but she was still displeased that her body had come here while she was thinking about just what to do. Having three sessions with Joker was an intimidating prospect for any person, let alone her. Still she had a job to do, so she put her professional mask in place and gave the elderly guard a kind smile.
    “I certainly hope yours is going better than mine,” she quipped before giving the purple suit jacket she wore a sour look. She was already nervous enough about being in a cell with him, now she would be practically wearing his colors. Heaven knew how he would react to her attire. Yet, despite her fear, the blonde felt a shamed desire begin to coil in her lower belly. Somewhere, deep down, one of his possible reaction turned her on fiercely.
    In her mind’s eye; she saw him pressing her against the wall of his cell, his nose burrowed in the crook of her neck as he ran his tongue slowly up the pale column. Shuddering slightly with lust and horror, Marie tried to shove the semi-disturbing thought to the back of her mind. The fact that she’d had the image in her head at all was highly worrisome and she found herself seriously considering just turning around, going to Mr. Mickleson and begging on her knees for him to give this case to someone else. Instead, she simply took a steadying breath and entered the cell.
    The gray clad male was lounging on his thin mattress, his arms folded behind his head. His hazel eyes stared up at the ceiling and he didn’t move a single muscle as the door slammed closed. “Hey Doc. Something happen? You’re not usually here this, uh, early,” the former criminal purred, a slight hint of satisfaction under the neutral confusion in his voice. Then he was sitting up and grinning at her, the playful look on his painted face fading for something downright predatory.
    “Mmmm, did ya miss me or something,” he rumbled, his voice gaining a throaty edge that made her skin tingle pleasantly.
    “Two of my patients escaped last night so I’m afraid we will be having three sessions a day now,” Marie replied in a steady voice despite her inner distress. She was shocked and a bit horrified by her body’s reaction to the mass murderer and she was doing her level best to get rid of the unwanted pulsing between her legs.
    Joker didn’t answer, only allowed his hazel eyes to move over her form as if he very much wanted to devour her alive. “Would you know anything about their escapes?” Marie asked in a gently probing tone, making the reclining male jolt just slightly in surprise.
    “What makes you think a thing like that?” he purred, getting to his feet slowly. The look in his eyes both made fear and desire flare within her and the Psychologist found herself feeling just a bit off balance. She both wanted to run from him and allow him to do whatever unspeakable thing he had planned. Then he was slowly stalking toward her and it took everything within her to stand her ground.
    “You have quite a reputation here. Almost every time you’re in, patients seem to magically escape before you do,” she replied, her voice even and neutral despite the war being waged within her by her own feelings.
    “Even if I did, uh, have a part in it, what makes ya think I’d tell you? If it got found out I orchestrated an escape, I would get thrown into lockdown before you could say Jack Robinson,” the green haired man replied in a quiet voice, stopping mere inches from touching her body with his as he stared down at her with his dead eyes. His warm breath hit her lips on every exhale as he almost seemed to examine her closely. With him so close, Marie didn’t dare even breathe; let alone move her gray gaze from his intense stare. Then his lipstick coated lips were meeting hers and her heart nearly burst from her chest.
    ‘Oh fuck, oh fuck. He’s fucking kissing me. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do I fucking do here? I can’t exactly kiss him back and if I shove him away, that could set him off big time!’ the blonde panicked inside her head as her entire body went ramrod stiff. Yet, under her terror, some part of her was melting into the kiss and silently begging for more. Stamping that small voice as well as her panic into submission, Marie tried to force herself to focus on what she should do. Unfortunately all thought left her head as the criminal gave her lips a surprisingly gentle lick. A surprised gasp left her and he took that opportunity to plunge straight in, his hands coming up to tangle roughly in her straw colored hair to keep her in place.
    The Psychologist’s hands twitched by her side as fear and desire decided to duke it out within her once more. For being a killer, Joker was being surprisingly careful with her; his tongue moving in a much slower way than she expected. Some part of her longed to return the shockingly sweet embrace but the other part of her was screaming to pull away and run out of here. Thankfully he broke away after a few more moments, a low growl leaving him as he slowly pulled away. The rough utterance curled somewhere deep within her and pulsed throughout her body in a pleasurable wave that nearly made her gasp. “Love the suit Doc,” he purred, a smirk on his scarred face as he backed up a few inches.
    “Joker, that was highly inappropriate. If it happens again, I’m afraid I’ll have to request a transference,” Marie scolded in a much too unsteady voice, making the ‘Clown Prince of Crime’ smirk in a knowing manner.
    “My apologies Doc, something just came over me when I saw you wearing my colors,” he purred in a much too satisfied sounding voice. The fact that he was staying so close to her was highly unnerving but she refused to give in to her urge to back away. If she was ever to gain Joker’s trust, she would have to show him that she trusted him no matter what he was capable of doing to her. Something that wasn’t true in the slightest in all honesty.
    “Since we didn’t get too far yesterday, let’s start with a few simple questions about you,” the Psychologist suggested, doing her level best to keep a tight grip on her professional demeanor. Joker shook his head disapprovingly at her suggestion, the scars on his cheeks making his grimace look more like a sneer.
    “I’ll make ya a deal Doc; for every question you answer of mine, I’ll consider answering one of yours,” he offered in a quiet voice, his eyes staying locked on her.
While that really didn’t seem fair, Marie knew she could control just how detailed her responses were. If she was careful, she could prevent damage to herself and keep him from getting anymore inside her head than he already was. “That sounds fair. You get to go first then,” she replied, trying not to show just how uncomfortable she was with his continued closeness.
    “Your name seems a fair place to start since you’re going to ask for mine,” Joker replied, his eyes moving slowly from her body to the still bruised left side of her face.
    “Marie,” she sighed, not really expecting him to answer in kind. The mercurial criminal didn’t disappoint her, merely smirking slightly.
    “Marie, yes I like that. Maybe I’ll tell you my name some day. For now, how bout I tell ya a little something about me. I had a pet Garter snake that I caught myself, named him Mr. Slither,” he offered, grinning slightly. The scars on his face made the smile seem menacing and a pulse of excited fear shuddered through the female.
    “He sounds adorable. What were some of your favorite hobbies as a child?” the Psychologist asked, hoping to learn anything about him any way she could. Even the most inane thing could help her but the same could also be said for him. It was an odd game of chicken they were playing with eachother and it was hard to say who was going to dodge first.
    “From a young age, my dad taught me how to make my own explosives. Great guy my dad, until he got drunk,” the decorated man replied, his voice gaining a slightly steel edge near the end.
    “I believe it is my turn once again. Why are you still with your boyfriend when he does that to ya without a reason,” the green haired patient hissed, his voice growing even more angry as he gestured to her injuries. His tongue flicked out rapidly to lick his scars as his hands flexed and relaxed reflexively.
    “I... he... He has made leaving rather... difficult,” Marie replied carefully, only relaxing when he nodded at her vague reply.
    “I’ll accept that for now, at least until we get to know eachother a little better,” Joker sighed, sounding rather put upon as he continued to stand in place.
    “Did you get along well with the other children?” she asked, deciding to stay in the fairly neutral ground of his childhood. She tried not to think about what he was insinuating with his previous statement.
    “Yeah, I was a likeable kid. At least for a while,” he replied, slowly coming towards her once again; his hazel eyes intense.
    “When’s your birthday Doc?” Joker whispered, reaching up to cup her cheek as a smirk curled his lips. Marie could only stare at him as her body continued to betray her. As soon as his fingers touched her skin it was like an electric jolt shot right to her core, making her long to rub her thighs together just to relieve some of the pressure building up inside her.
    “October 31st,” she found herself answering before she could stop herself. Was there really any harm in letting him know her birthday? That was something she didn’t know and desperately didn’t want to find out.
    Her answer caused an absolutely terrifying grin to curl Joker’s painted lips, the scars on his mouth making it look even more horrifying. “Sounds like a date dollface! Now, you get one more before I’m done for this session,” hissed the murderer as he pressed himself flush against her body. The feel of him against her made her knees go weak and it took everything within her to maintain her professional demeanor. Once she left, she was definitely going to go to Mr. Mickleson and beg to be taken off this case. He made her feel more alive with his touch, something she hadn’t felt in years and the exact reason why she needed to get out now. If she had much more time with him, she would probably end up as just another Harleen; used until she was no longer useful and tossed into Blackgate. Then his words sank in and she nearly collapsed anyway.
    “Joker, I need you to back up just a bit. This sort of contact between a doctor and patient is highly inappropriate,” the Psychologist replied in a shockingly stern voice. On the inside she was very nearly a pile of terrified but lustful jello.
    “What if I don’t want to back up? What are you going to do to make me?” the criminal purred in a roughened voice, his gray clad arms wrapping around her waist to hold her against him.
    Feeling a thrill of fear rush through her, Marie tried to subtly swallow the terror singing through her veins as she placed her purple nailed hands on his chest. At the sight of her nails, the grin on his face grew predatory. “Ask your question Doc,” he breathed in a husky voice, his hands spreading out on her back. The blonde could only stare up at him as she desperately restrained her urge to break out of his hold. At this moment, she never regretted her treatment style more. The position he had her in was extremely dangerous but allowing it to happen could possibly help her later if she wasn’t able to be removed. This moment could show him that she trusted him and could possibly allow her to actually make progress in his treatment. Then again, it could also show that he was getting to her.
    “Do you have any siblings?” she asked in a steady voice despite the fact that her heart was beating hard in her chest. Her question seemed to douse him quicker than any water and he took a few steps back.
    “A younger sister,” he whispered, then he was turning his back on her to glare at the drawings on the concrete wall. There were even more drawings than before, each one more violent and gory than the last.
    “That’s enough for now Doc. See ya at lunch,” the dangerous male continued quietly, not moving an inch as he seemed to contemplate his ‘art’.
    Thankful to be getting out, Marie left as calmly as she could; shutting the heavy door behind her. Once she was out, she ran a shaky hand through her dirty blonde locks and letting out a slow breath. “I need to stop this,” she whispered, ignoring the worried look Joe gave her as she walked towards Mr. Mickleson's office. If she had to get on her knees and beg, she would convince her boss to change her to a different patient. What the man had implied about her birthday scared her half to death but some part of her felt oddly excited, making her feel even more frightened.
    Dave was filling out some paperwork when she came storming into his office and slammed her open palms down on the wood of his desk. Jolting from the sudden, loud noise, the scottish male looked up at the young woman with a mixture of shock and slight disapproval. “Dr. Jovian...,” he began in a warning tone, only to be cut off by her holding up a hand for silence. Closing his mouth, he looked up at her with his bottomless eyes and waited patiently.
    “I need to be taken off Joker’s case,” she bit out, her voice slightly shaky and making him pay attention.
    “What happened?” the dark haired man murmured, shoving his chair back to get to his feet. Once again he stopped when the blonde held up her hand.
    “I’d rather not get into that but needless to say I no longer feel comfortable being his doctor,” she responded, her gray eyes holding an unusually steely edge as she glared down at him. Mr. Mickleson only met her gaze steadily before giving a small nod.
    “Alright Dr. Jovian. I’ll have you transferred to ‘Mad Hatter’ and have Dr. Trivain transferred to Joker,” he replied, smiling at her shocked look as he went back to filling out his papers.
    Marie could only stare at him in shock, feeling like that went far too easy. “Uh thanks,” she replied hesitantly before she left. Then she walked back to her office, shutting her door and locking it behind her. Leaning against the door, she closed her stormy eyes and took a deep breath to steady herself. Opening her eyes again she threw herself in her rolling chair and placed both hands over her pale face. She just had to get through two more sessions with him and she would be home free. Just two more sessions and she wouldn’t have to worry about the effect Joker was having on her any longer.
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