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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: Joker falling for you can be a dangerous prospect. *nod nod*

Chapter Nine: Bedlam
    Despite Joker’s overt threats, no Dr. Crane awaited her in the apartment. No henchmen hid in her room. The only thing that seemed off was the guy that Mr. Mickleson had assigned to her was nowhere to be seen. Deciding to be safe, she grabbed her cat and a few movies before ensconcing herself in the safety of her room. The metal door gave her a huge feeling of security and she found herself honestly thankful to Roger for once. Without him, it was doubtful she would have gone to such lengths for security. Giving her irritated pet a scritch behind the ears, Marie simply popped in “Bram Stoker’s Dracula” and snuggled in for a long night of movie watching.
    The shrill ring of her phone jolted her out of a deep sleep, nearly giving her a heart attack. Placing a hand over her racing heart and forcing herself to take a few deep breaths, the blonde reached out to grab the receiver and bring it to her head. “Hello?” she asked in a groggy voice.
    “Doc, Joker got out of his cell and is causing absolute havoc here! He’s threatening to let patients loose if you aren’t here within ten minutes,” came a familiar, New England accented voice that was just starting to edge into panic. Those words were enough to snap her to full consciousness and she was throwing on whatever clothes should could find.
    “Even if I speed, it’ll be a miracle if I get there in time,” she moaned into the phone before she hung up, input the code for her door and flew out of her apartment. All she could hope for was that the traffic was unusually light. Sometimes Gotham was worse than the worst New York gridlock and if she got caught in a traffic jam, it could spell the deaths of a lot of the guards in Arkham.
    As soon as she got there, she ran past the empty reception desk and into the building. There, she was greeted with absolute anarchy. All the guards had taken the tables from the cafeteria to barricade themselves behind and the entire office area was filled with smoke and a very faint glow from small fires. Ol’ Joe motioned to her frantically from behind his table and the young woman ran over to him, crouching beside the old guard as she peeked over the top of the piece of furniture. “What the Hell happened?” the Psychologist hissed as a small explosion went off in the direction of her office.
    “The bastard made an explosive from some toothpaste he stole during community hygiene time,” the elderly male replied as an inhuman cry of rage came from the same area as the explosion.
    “I don’t even want to know how he managed that. That’s certainly a new one for me. I’m so sorry Ol’ Joe. This is all my fault,” the t-shirt wearing female sighed before motioning to the other guards that she was going to move in front of the makeshift barricade.
    Thankfully they nodded and showed their beanbag guns. At most, the guards were allowed non-lethal weapons. If the patient got to the point that those means weren’t working, they had a button that would summon a S.W.A.T. team to take them down. Honestly hoping it wouldn’t come to that, Marie snuck around to the front of the manmade wall and crept forward while remaining in a crouch. She wore black sweatpants and a black t-shirt, making it easy for her to blend into shadows as well as move. “Joker!” she tried to call out into the smoky darkness, her voice only coming out as a frightened squeak. Clearing her throat and taking a deep breath, the terrified female tried again; this time succeeding in making her voice echo through the empty halls.
    Silence followed, an eerie silence that made her skin tingle. Then a quiet, crazed giggle came from where her office was near the end of the hall. A giggle that quickly grew into a howl of hyena-like laughter, a sound that was steadily getting closer and closer to where she was. “Bon Jovi! You made it just in time! To be honest, I’m, uh, a bit disappointed that you’re so punctual,” came a nasally rumble as a lithe silhouette stepped into the large lobby. The dim light from the small fires allowed her to see that he had found his old clothes and the flickering, dancing light gave his painted face a surreal, terrifying look.
    Marie watched the criminal with a mixture of fear and determination before straightening and giving him her sternest look. “Dr. Jovian, remember? This is highly inappropriate behavior,” she scolded, slipping into her professional mask easily. Yet, under it, her heart raced wildly in her chest and she wanted nothing more than to dive back behind the line of tables. Within seconds the distance between them was gone and he had her in his arms with her spun towards the guards as a pseudo shield.
    “Thanks for bringin’ her to me boys! I can, uh, take it from here,” the tux wearing male rumbled, slowly moving back toward the cells with her still in his strong arms. A bit surprised he wasn’t using her to escape, the blonde only looked up at the clown as he slowly moved them into the Level 5 ward.
    Smirking down at her, Joker kept staring over the back of her head with an amused look in his dead but vibrant eyes. A bit curious about what he was looking at, Marie turned her head to see the guards following them at an extreme distance. “Ah ta ta ta ta, eyes up here doll,” came a playfully scolding voice as a leather covered finger pressed under her chin and coaxed her into facing the man holding her once more. Her stormy eyes locked with his hazel ones as he continued to walk them to his cell. Soon they got to the closed door and the murderer was faced with a choice.
    “I have ta let ya go ta, uh, open the door. Will you be a good girl and not try to escape,” he purred, rubbing his nose along hers while the finger under her chin almost lazily caressed her skin. Marie could only stare at him dumbfounded. If he released her, it would be the perfect time to make a run for the guards that were no doubt closing the distance.
    Blinking, the Psychologist gave the criminal a questioning look. A look that clearly said ‘Are you insane?’. Joker only released another howl of his signature laughter, the hand under her chin moving to pat her still tender left cheek. “Yes or no Doc. I ain’t got all night,” the painted man chuckled, the scars on his mouth making his grin look frightening. Taking a deep breath, Marie gave a slow, deliberate nod. As strange as it sounded, this would be the perfect time to strengthen the trust between them. After this debacle, she would probably be forced back onto his case after his required stint in lockdown. Having something like this under her belt could very well make dealing with him easier.
    Joker only locked his eyes with hers, all humor fading from his painted face for a dead seriousness. Then he was very slowly letting go of her, his entire body tense and ready for any attempt at escape. Instead of even trying, the blonde met his gaze steadily; her heart racing in her chest when he gave her a smirk of approval. Then he was reaching behind himself, opening the cell door with a loud creak and gesturing for her to enter like some sort of twisted butler. “After you m’lady,” he crooned in a smooth voice, bowing slightly as his hazel orbs nearly burned into her. Swallowing her fear and mustering her stores of courage, Marie gave him a small smile before entering the small, very dark cell.
    The door slammed shut behind her like a coffin lid, very nearly making her jump. It was only the sheer strength of her professional mask that kept her outwardly calm and collected. “Was all this really necessary?” her voice asked in a surprisingly tired and exasperated tone. On the inside, her heart thundered in her ears and it was a blue miracle that her legs weren’t shaking. She was absolutely terrified! Reasons for why he had done all this to get her here sped through her head in a blur, only increasing her fear.
    “It might have been a bit, uh, overkill but I never do anything small,” came an amused purr beside her ear as the lights in the room came on. The stark difference in light stunned her for a moment and forced her eyes to shut out of self defence. Pain speared into her brain like a hot poker, drawing a slight hiss of pain from her lips.
    “Ah, sorry ‘bout that. I shoulda warned ya first,” he chuckled from in front of her, not sounding the least bit contrite.
    “Just what is all this about?” Marie asked, temporarily blinded and unable to open her eyes due to the pain. Right now she was the one that had to trust him, a truly terrifying prospect. The man could summarily decide to snap her neck just for the fun of it and she would never see it coming.
    “I didn’t get to bid you a proper farewell,” came a rumble that made want pulse through her core in a thick wave.
    In moments, her eyes flew open at the same time his lips met hers in a harsh, very hungry kiss. His tongue forced its way into her stunned mouth while one hand came up to cradle the back of her head. Her own hands came up to lace behind his head as she began to respond to the kiss despite herself. All her misgivings and careful walls crumbled away as his tongue possessively moved over hers while he backed her slowly towards a wall. When her back met the cold concrete, the Psychologist broke the kiss with a surprised gasp; a bit of her fear coming back.
    That was when his words sank in and she found herself searching his cell for any holes. To her shock, not one bit had been touched by his homemade explosive. This was clearly not an attempt to escape, he could have done so at many points tonight. That left the question of why he had gone to such lengths. Had it been to just get her in his arms again? If that was truly the case, all he would have needed to do was orchestrate a hunger strike; not make bombs out of toothpaste. “All of that was so you could say goodbye?” she asked, raising a brow in disbelief.
    Joker only smiled like the Chesire Cat, leaning into her as he pressed his palms against the wall beside her head. “Like I said, I never do anything small,” rasped the much taller male, the scars on his mouth giving him an eerie look as his tongue snaked out slowly to lick his ruby lips.
    “All you succeeded in doing was cause a lot of damage and get yourself a stint in lockdown. You can’t honestly tell me you brought that upon yourself and stole your old clothes just to say goodbye?” Marie asked, flabbergasted at the nonchalant shrug he gave her.
    “What can I say? I’m a bit of a romantic at heart,” he sighed in a put upon voice, giving her a playfully weary glance before he pressed himself even closer to her. Heat radiated off his lean body and his chest brushed against hers every inhale. That was when his words sank in and she found herself staring up at the criminal.
    Was he saying he had done all of this as some sort of show for her? The idea made her skin crawl; yet, buried under that, there was the faintest thread of desire. If she took a close look at herself and was honest, she found the whole situation oddly flattering. A fact that made her feel sick to her stomach. Before she had met the Joker, she had no idea she held such a dark side inside herself. Something buried within her almost seemed to revel in his violence and insanity, almost seemed to crave it. Shaking herself of the thought, Marie fisted her hands in the lapels of his purple jacket to push him away but found herself kissing him fiercely instead.
    The green haired clown seemed a bit thrown off balance at first but quickly recovered, pressing himself against her as he growled against her lips. His purple gloved hands roamed everywhere as his teeth nipped harshly at her soft lips. To both their shock, Marie gave as good as she got; her hands fisting in his hair as her teeth scraped along his. Then the ‘Clown Prince’ was breaking the kiss with a low growl, chuckling gruffly as his erection pulsed against her lower stomach. Just feeling that was enough to bring the blonde back to reality like a cold shower and she sucked in her breath as her entire body went stiff.
    Noticing her change in demeanor, the killer smirked at her as he pressed his clothed manhood against her. “Well, goodbye Joker,” the dirty blonde gasped out, ducking under one of his arms and putting some much needed distance between them. Her heart thudded and clenched in her chest while her core throbbed pleasurably. For a moment she had been very close to reaching between them, undoing his zipper and... Shaking off the thought, the Psychologist tried to catch her breath while her former patient straightened.
    “Marie...,” he began in a much deeper voice, running a shaky, gloved hand through his dyed locks.
    “Stop,” she gasped out in what was supposed to be a demand but only ended up sounding like a plea. Joker only narrowed his eyes, the black around them only making them look more intimidating.
    “Marie, did ya think I got dressed up like this for my health?” he sighed in an exasperated voice, throwing her completely off balance. What on Earth could he have meant by that?
    Before she could even voice her confusion, he was closing the distance between them once more; nearly pressing himself against her as he glared down at her. “Do I really have ta spoon feed ya here? I gotta say I’m disappointed,” he sighed as he leaned down to nuzzle at her neck. Not daring to move, Marie did her best to figure out what the hell he was talking about. Why would he have bothered to get his tux if he wasn’t going to escape, let alone the flashy and unnecessary explosions? Was it a twisted version of a date? Knowing the criminal in front of her, it could very well be the case.
    “Was this your idea of a date?” she asked, daring to voice her suspicion as his arms slowly came up to loosely wrap around her. A quick bark of his chilling laughter was her answer before he was taking her lips in yet another hungry kiss that nearly made her toes curl. He kissed her like a man starved, his tongue thoroughly claiming every inch of her mouth.
    As suddenly as it started, it was ended as he pushed himself away from her. His green clad chest heaved as he straightened his purple jacket and jerked his head to one side with a loud crack. In seconds, all his earlier lust was replaced with a surprising coolness as he smirked at her. “Call it a first date. Can’t wait till ya see what I have in mind for our second one,” he replied, his voice a rumbling rasp as he prowled to the door and opened it for her.
    “Go on home Doc. I feel so much better after we’ve had this ‘talk’,” Joker purred, the scars on the corners of his mouth turning his smirk into a horrifying grin. Taking that as her cue to leave, Marie fled the cell; doing her best to ignore the peels of laughter that followed her as she was ushered away by the guards.
    Hours later and she was finally back home. The guards had questioned her extensively then had her examined by paramedics. After endless amounts of paperwork, questions and tests; she had eventually been deemed well enough to go home. At first she had been relieved but as soon as she entered her apartment, she knew something was wrong. Instantly on the alert, the weary blonde began to look around for any signs of an intruder. A cursory examination of her living room revealed nothing, leaving her bedroom and bathroom.
    A loud meow by her feet nearly made her jump out of her skin and she looked down to see her fat cat looking up at her expectantly. Only slightly encouraged by the sight of her pet alive and well, Marie slowly turned her gaze to her kitchen; gasping when she saw a covered plate on the counter. Approaching the object like a poisonous snake, the nervous female cautiously lifted the cover to reveal a steak and mashed potatoes. Blinking at the still steaming food, she never noticed the man creeping up behind her. “Taking yourself off his case was either a stroke of genius or the most idiotic thing you’ve ever done,” came an amused, all too familiar voice, sending a chill of fear down her spine.
    Spinning around, she saw just who she feared most; Jonathan Crane. Giving her a small smile, the gaunt male motioned to the food behind her. “Go ahead and eat. From what I’ve seen, it’ll be the most substantial thing you’ve eaten in days,” he urged, tossing his mask onto the table like it belonged there. Blinking at the surrealness of the situation but deciding he didn’t want to harm her, the frazzled woman gathered the plate and some silverware before sitting at her table. As soon as he sat down, her former patient sat across from her; watching her raptly as she began to eat.
    At first she ate cautiously, as if expecting poison of some sort. After a few bites it became clear that his plan hadn’t been to kill her and she began to eat in earnest. Thankfully the murderer didn’t seem the least bit bothered by her hesitation, only smiling at her as she quickly cleaned her plate. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself. Has Joker been running you that ragged?” sighed a concerned baritone, startling her badly mid-chew and nearly making her choke. Coughing, she looked up at Jonathan with an honestly shocked look. Of all the things she had been expecting when he showed up, this certainly wasn’t it.
    “It’s not just him,” she admitted in a quiet voice, jolting slightly when Jasper reminded her that she had yet to feed him. Giving her unpredictable guest an apologetic smile, the young woman got to her feet and got her pet his food. Once that was finished, she found something pressed against her nose and mouth that smelled strongly of chloroform.
    “Sorry sweetheart, you need to sleep and I can’t have you calling Arkham while I’m not paying attention,” came a shockingly sincere apology as she slipped into darkness.
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