PART 4...FINALLY! ;P (2nd part)
Since Part 4 was SO effing long, I had to cut it down into two sections. *pouts* Hopefully that's not distracting for you guys! ♥
Grinning, the clown prince plopped down in front of Rachel and got in between her legs before she could protest, now leaning forward so she could get a good view of the wound. He knew that she would undoubtedly see all of the hideous scars, burns, and various marks on his skin, but he no longer felt self-conscious of them. Snorting at her remark, he sarcastically returned "You do have something on your face, yes: some eyes, a nose, and some lips. How extraordinary, eh?"
Sighing, Rachel reluctantly agreed, "Well I can try...can’t be any worse than your job, after all." As she took a needle and thread and penetrated the skin, she slowly pulled it through the other side and became a bit squeamish. She heard him joke that she had something on her face (eyes, nose, and some lips), so she poked him in retaliation. "Ha, ha, haaa, you are sooo funny." Finishing the stitches, she then placed some cream on the wound as well as some gauze before taping it down. "There…I’m afraid that’s the best I can do."
"I am funny, aren't I?" the Joker agreed, grinning as he gave a sigh of contentment. "And it's in-ter-es-ting that I've managed to get in between your legs again so soon...I would've thought it'd take months!" Giggling at his jesting remark, he flopped his head back so that it was resting in her lap, a broad grin stretching his lips as he looked up at her in amusement. "Wanna play strip poker? Or naked twister? Or 20 Questions? Or something fuuuuun?"
When he leaned his head back into her lap asking if she wanted to play a game, she thumped the tip of his nose. “Alright, how about 20 Questions? I stink at Poker…" She giggled, looking down at him as he leaned back between her legs like a lifelong friend or lover. Rachel was still confused as to why she allowed all of this to happen and why it felt so natural.
"Okaaaay, then I'll start!" the Joker decided, grinning as he suddenly leapt up to his feet and took Rachel by the hand. Eagerly pulling her into her bedroom, he cheerily explained "If we move the game in here, it'll be like a sleepover...we can paint our nails passion pink and talk about boys!" Giggling over his jesting remark, he hopped onto the bed and immediately dove under the covers, only to peak out at Rachel before asking "Are you comiiiiing? And I don't mean 'cumming', 'cause you already did that with me a month ago."
Sneering at the blush on Rachel's cheeks, the Joker watched as she hesitantly slid in beside him before he threw the covers over their heads. "Okey-doke" he cheerily began, "who do you loooooove? Batface? Ass-Chin Dent? Some other freak? 'Cause no offense or anything, beautiful, but you seem to attract the weirdos."
Rachel felt breathless at the question, and considerably taken aback. “Oh, so I attract weirdos, do I? Does that mean you’re attracted to me then?" she teased, laughing as she folded her arms. "Besides, who says I ‘love’ anyone?"
The Joker sneered. "Ahhh, a wise-gal, eh? But yes, I'm madly in love with you" he gibed, giggling at the shocked look on her face. "Kiddiiiing! But, uh...just answer the question, beautiful. You women all seem to buh-lieve that love is what you've got in a re-lationship, so that's why I asked. But me? I'm re-a-list, because I know there's no way in hell that anyone will ever love a guy like me. I'm too scary!" Sneering, he laid down and looked up at her, his eyes briefly concentrating on the soft curve of her lips before he glanced down at his feet and frowned.
Rachel scoffed. Bruce was married to Batman and Gotham City, and Harvey was married to his own career, so she knew that was just his "arm candy". There was no way that there was room for ‘love’ in either of those relationships, even if she cared for both men quite deeply. When the Joker stated that there was no way in hell anyone could love someone as scary as him, she shook her head and sighed. "You just don't get it, do you? You are not scary…at least not to me, and as far as what I have in a relationship......well, that’s a laugh, ‘cause I have absolutely nothing."
"Hmm, well that's disappointing...I want to be scary" the Joker muttered, his bottom lip protruding slightly before he looked up at her with a smirk. "And no re-lationship, eh? Well that's something we both have in common, then...how in-ter-es-ting. Why doesn't Miss Beau-tee-ful Rachel Dawes have a lover, hmmm? You're far too, uh..." He abruptly trailed off, frowning since he felt uncomfortable with giving any further compliments. Glancing up at her, he found that he wanted to nibble on the soft hollow of her neck, but in order to quickly distract himself, he grumbled "Your turn...ask away, peaches!"
Rachel smirked and laughed softly. "We have a lot more in common than you thought, and as far as lovers...well, our little tryst last month was the last time I had a ‘lover’.” She moved closer to him, wanting him to inhale her perfume and smell her freshly washed hair as it fanned across the pillow beside him. When the Joker said it was her turn, she smiled thoughtfully while agreeing, "Okay...I want to know what it is about me that reminds you of Celeste? And is it the reason that you’re attracted to me? And don’t bother denying it, because I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me." She knew that bringing up Celeste would probably infuriate him, but for her own peace of mind she needed to know.
The Joker couldn't help but snarl. "I am not attracted to you! Leave it to a beau-tee-ful woman to get all egotistical just because a man's in her bed! And the only reason we had a so-called "tryst" is because I do things, uh...without really thinking them through." Gnawing on his scarred lip, he muttered "You both have the same irritatingly positive outlook on life, and, uh...you have her eyes."
Glaring off to the side, the Joker slid slightly away from Rachel so he could avoid her scent and soft, soapy skin, his eyes closing as he took a breath and deeply exhaled.
The Joker reacted exactly as she thought he would, but this didn’t faze Rachel in the slightest. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she sweetly whispered against his ear "I don’t deny my attraction, so why do you push me away? I know somewhere deep inside is that person who was able to ‘love’ Celeste, so why do you fight him?"
The Joker stiffened when he felt Rachel touch his arm, a shiver running down his spine when she began whispering in his ear about her attraction. With quivering arms, he hesitantly reached out to encircle her waist, his lips brushing against the crook of her neck as he inhaled her scent more deeply. She was so perfect and soft, and the fact that she wanted him made him believe that he was in a dream opposed to reality. Since his head was fuzzy from blood loss, he was much more vulnerable than usual, but the moment he realized that her lips were brushing against his, the Joker panicked and jolted away from her as if he'd been burned.
"Stay away from me" he growled, now rolling over and curling up into a ball. Squeezing his eyes shut as if this would keep her away, the clown prince irritably explained "I don't love, because I can't love, so stop trying to turn me into a pussy!"
Sitting up on her knees and looking at his back, Rachel sighed deeply while insisting, "Love does not make you a pussy...and you are capable of love, but you just refuse to accept the fact. There is a big difference."
"Ahhh, and when did you become such an expert on my feelings, hmm?" the Joker demanded, his voice dripping with bitterness as he took one of her pillows and pulled it over top of his head. He didn't want to see her, he didn't want to hear her, and he most certainly didn't want to feel her, because then he would want her, and in order for his plan to keep working, a distraction like that just wouldn't do.
"Y'know what else is a big difference?" the Joker finally spoke up. "Love and lust. I do not love, I lust, and I buh-lieve the same goes for you, peaches. You don't even know me."
Rachel sat there listening to him as he continued to speak without looking at her, her frustration mounting as she rose from the bed and snatching a pillow and a blanket. "God, you are impossible! I don’t even know why I even bother!" Storming into the living room, she plopped down onto the sofa and laid back with her eyes closed.
"Good question" the Joker hollered after her. "Why do you bother? You just ruined a per-fect-ly good game, sweetness, so thanks for nothing!" Slightly wishing that she'd come back -- he rather enjoyed annoying the hell out of her, after all -- the clown prince suddenly smirked and added "I hope you like drool, 'cause I plan on slobbering aaaall over your pillow and bedsheets! Thanks for giving me the bed, HA!"
Hearing him yell from the other room, she groaned and picked up a glass ashtray, tossing it toward the bedroom where it hit the wall and shattered into a thousand pieces. Now yanking the covers over her head, she flipped over facing the back of the couch while returning, "You’re welcome, ASSHOLE!"
"Welcome to what asshole? Yours? 'Cause sorry, but I'm not much of a backdoor man!" the Joker shouted back, giggling as he climbed out of bed and stretched his limbs. Taking his pillow with him, he sneered when he noticed that Rachel had hers over her own face, his foot nudging her so that she shrieked and sat up in surprise. Using this to his advantage, the Joker smacked her across her now exposed face with his pillow, a triumphant "HA!" escaping his lips as he hit her once again. "That oughta teach ya for being an uptight bitch!"
Giggling, he tried to hold her still by stepping on her, but she was squirming way too much to keep her still.
"Uptight? Screw you, I am far from uptight! You’re the one that has a stick up his ass all the time!" Now managing to get a hand free, she picked up her pillow and smacked him as hard as she could. "Get off me, asshole!"
Making a show of looking over his shoulder, the Joker shook his head before remarking "Nope! Don't see a stick up there! And if you're making some sort of gay joke, I buh-lieve you and I know per-fectly well that I like women." Just as he turned back around, Rachel's pillow collided into the side of his face with all her strength. Laughing uproariously, he ripped the pillow from her hand and began to pummel her with both pillows. "Who's an asshole now, gum drop? I'm just a guy who buh-lieves in having fun!"
Giggling as she tried to shield her face, he pushed her down off the couch and onto her back, his knees keeping her firmly in place as he sneered in triumph.
"Fun? You call beating me senseless fun?!" Rachel asked, almost breathless as he sat on top of her and held her in place with his knees. Looking up at him, her eyebrows furrowed. "You know, I’m still mad at you"
The Joker grinned. "Well, of course I do! Which is ex-act-ly what makes this so much fun! Do you think it'd be fun if you were en-joying it?" Giggling, he smacked her in the face with the pillows again before placing one on her chest, his head now resting on it as he pretended to get comfortable. "Ahhh, nothing like a good ol’ human bed, eh, Racheroni? It's a slumber party at its best! Now hold stiiiiill so I can get some sleep!"
Rachel gave him the evil eye when he stated that a human bed was the best kind, her body lying still for a moment as she watched him lay there. His breathing became slow and regular, so when she thought he was comfortable, she bucked up her hips and flung him to the floor before jumping to her feet. "Ha! Not so fun now, eh?"
"Heeeey, that wasn't very nice!" the Joker complained, rubbing his eyes as he glared up at her. "What's the matter, jealous that I was having wet dreams over other women?" Giggling, he reached out and grabbed her by the ankle, forcing her to fall on her backside as he hurriedly slid into her lap. Leering triumphantly at her disposition, he took her wrists and pinned them above her head, his lips hovering over hers as he purred "If you say Uncle, I'll let you go... Maybe. Or better yet, if you do what-ev-er I want for the rest of the night, I'll re-lease you."
Looking up at him and feeling his breath on her face, Rachel closed her eyes while trying to fight the urge to kiss him. "Whatever...you want?” she breathlessly asked. “And what might that be?"
The Joker leered down at her, having expected this sort of response. "Well if I were to tell you that, it would take away the element of sur-prise, now wouldn’t it?” he smugly insisted, enjoying the way her breath hitched in her throat as he brushed his lips across her chin. "Maybe we'll even do what you want, too...I can be a niiiice guuuuy, after all. But only when I want to be."
Moving his hands down from her wrists to her hips, he grinned down at her with a giggle. "So what's it gonna be, honey bunch? Me sitting on you forever, or you doing whatever I say?"
Rolling her eyes, Rachel sourly returned, "If it will get your heavy ass off of me, I suppose I’ll do whatever you want..."
"Heavy ass?" the Joker reiterated, feigning a look of hurt. Sneering at her response, he then leapt off of her before lying flat on his stomach, a pleased little grin forming across his lips as he urged "Give me a backrub, and be nice and slow about it. I'm all achy, and when I'm achy, that means I'm a veeeeery impatient clown." His grin and constant giggles, however, clearly said otherwise.
As he yawned and waited for Rachel to join him, he cracked open an eye and watched as she came toward his prostrate form. The sight of her sheer nighty had him shivering slightly, his teeth gnawing into his lower lip as he felt her hips slide over his bottom as she sat down. Turning his head so that he could groan into the carpet, he ignored the growing ache in his pants as he waited for her to touch him.
Although Rachel was rather surprised by the Joker’s request, she found that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. Slowly crawling toward him, the bottom of her sheer nighty rode up her creamy thighs as she straddled him, sitting on his backside as she slowly started rubbing his back. Methodically working her way up to his shoulders, her hips moved forward as she leaned across him to reach his neck, the sheer fabric of her nightgown grazing sensually across his bare skin.
"Hmm, are you a pro-fessional?" the Joker asked, smirking as he closed his eyes and tensed from the heat that her touch brought his lower extremities. Growling softly when Rachel kneaded a particularly sore area, he lifted his hips so that he could move his arm in between himself and his body. Now slipping a hand down his pants, he curled his fingers around his arousal and began to slowly pump himself, his free hand reaching behind him in order to caress the softness of Rachel's thigh. Groaning against the carpet, he imagined her body lying helplessly beneath him as he pounded into her, his teeth gritting as he began to jerk-off at a faster pace. Not caring if Rachel knew what the hell he was doing, he began to curse as a familiar pressure built up in his groin.
Hearing him growl as she kneaded the spot between his shoulder blades, Rachel could feel his body moving beneath her as his hand crept up and began caressing the softness of her inner thigh. Hearing his moans, she couldn’t help but smile. "Does it feel good?” she asked, bending over to whisper softly in his ear, “How good?"
The Joker quivered when her lips brushed against his ear, the ache building in his groin as he turned and licked her mouth. "Better than you know, sweetcakes, so stop teasing" he urged, smirking as he continued to rub his hand against her thigh. "Since you asked me a question, how about I give you one, too, hmm? Are you, uh...wet?" Before she could even reply, his slid his hand beneath her nighty and dipped his fingers past her panties, a soft growl rumbling in his throat when he felt the moisture from her slit. Retracting his hand, he made a show of licking his fingers as he began to thrust more desperately beneath her, her juices triggering something animalistic inside of him as he shuddered and moved his hand at a frenetic pace. "You bitch" he hissed, but far too quietly for Rachel to distinguish.
When his hand slid slowly inside, Rachel arched her back and moaned softly, only to be disappointed when he retracted his fingers and slowly licked each one, tasting her sweet juices as if they were wine. She returned to the massage, running her hands slowly up and down his back as she felt his hips bucking underneath her as he growled something unidentifiable to her.
Panting, the Joker rolled over in Rachel's arms and halted her movements, his hands coming down in order to cup her rump as he forced her hips to grind against his bare arousal. Groaning and arching his back, he placed a hand behind her head before urging her down toward him, his tongue almost hesitantly gliding across her lips before he crashed his mouth urgently against hers. Grinding at a faster, more desperate pace, he moved his lips toward her ear before gasping out "I want you from behind."
As he rolled Rachel over, she could feel his erection against her as he ground up against her, groaning and arching his back as he grabbed the back of her head and brought her down to him. Gliding his tongue slowly across her lips, he began grinding harder and faster against her heat, making her moan against his warm mouth. Pulling away, his lips met her ear as he rasped out that he wanted her from behind.
Looking at him for a moment, Rachel knew that she couldn’t refuse as she turned away and slipped off her wet panties, tossing them aside before resting her weight on her hands as she closed her eyes in anticipation.
Breathing shallowly as he watched Rachel get on her hands and knees, the Joker had to admit that he was stunned by her acquiescence. She actually wanted to do this...again? The idea that a woman willingly wanted him, and for the second time made the Joker think that she actually didn't, because he'd never been able to get a beautiful woman to do what Rachel was doing without some sort of fight.
Unsteadily making his way over to her, he suppressed a giggle when she gave a gasp of surprise, because she obviously wasn't expecting him to lift her up from behind to her feet. "I want you against that table" he explained, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck as he pushed her down against the tabletop. Seeing her bent over in the complete picture of surrender, he groaned and lowered his mouth to the soft skin of her back. Licking and nipping at the crook of her neck, he whimpered against her skin before kissing the afflicted spot almost tenderly, his hands now hiking up her nighty so that it slid well over her bare bottom. Shivering from the sensation of her body pressed against his erection, he began to teasingly slide his tip against her wetness, his teeth gently nipping at her ear as he groaned softly. After fantasizing about this moment for a full month, he didn't have enough willpower to not take her. With only a moment's hesitation, he buried himself inside her to the hilt, his lips steeling back a growl as he gritted his teeth and felt her body snugly take him in.
Rachel felt as if she was under a spell as she gave in to his every command, her hands grasping the edge of the table as she felt the tip of his erection pressing against her outer lips. With a sudden forceful thrust, he sank the entire length of his shaft deep inside her as she stretched to accommodate his girth.
Grunting, the Joker buried his face against the nape of her neck and gently bit down, his lips and tongue working against her skin as he continued to diligently thrust inside her. Squeezing her breasts, he shuddered as he listened to her soft moans, his hand slinking upward in order to take her by the chin. Promptly forcing her to look at him over his shoulder, he brought their lips roughly together as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Groaning into the heated kiss, he gave quick, powerful pumps as he licked and bit at her lips, his hand sliding through her hair as the table continued to rock violently from side to side. The electrical feeling coursing through his veins almost made him euphoric, his growls rumbling deep in his chest as he kept up his animalistic rutting. He knew she wanted him, but the sick part of him wanted to hear her sounds to reaffirm the fact.
As he thrust deeper, Rachel moaned as she stretched to accommodate his large girth, the feeling caused her muscles to squeeze tightly around his member as she throbbed and moaned. Grabbing her chin, he forced her to look over her shoulder as he slammed into her again and again, his lips roughly meeting with hers as his tongue slid past her lips and dueled forcefully with hers. He groaned into the kiss while licking and biting her plump lips, his powerful thrusts causing the table to rock on it legs while banging against the floor from the force. Feeling his fingers in her hair, she leaned back as he sank deeper inside her as whole body shook with an orgasm. "Oh fuck.....take me" she whimpered almost breathlessly.
"Hmm, I didn't think DA's had such dirty mouths" the Joker teased, his voice low and tainted by lust as he licked her lips. Kissing his way down from her chin to her neck, he growled against her skin as he dug his nails into her hips and pounded into her more forcefully, his thrusts alternating in between quick and frantic to slow and forceful. He didn't like to develop a pattern, because then he knew Rachel would be expecting a certain speed; he always liked to keep people guessing, and with love-making things were no different. Groaning and gasping against her neck, he shuddered as he felt her inner muscles squeezing him tightly, his teeth sinking into her shoulder in order to quiet his moans as he frantically jerked his hips. He was surrounded by hot, wet, and tight, and he honestly didn't know how much longer he could last.
Suddenly halting his movements, he withdrew from Rachel's warm haven and flipped her around in his embrace, his arms now lifting her up so that he pinned her against the wall. Biting down on her neck, he forced her to sink back down onto his shaft as he continued to fuck her at a more vigorous pace, his breath warm and hot against her skin as he panted breathlessly.
Rachel moaned, biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he continued to thrust himself deep inside her, her muscles stretching and contracting against his cock as he alternated his thrusts between hard and fast and slow and forceful, his hips grinding into hers at different angles and hitting her very core. The feeling of his hot breath on her baked skin caused her nipples to harden, and when he sank his teeth into her shoulder she moaned out loudly, "Oh, God! I’m cumming, again!”
The Joker suddenly halted his movements, thus causing her walls to pulse and throb as he withdrew and flipped her over. Lifting her up in his arms, he pinned her against the wall and forcefully lowered her down onto his shaft as he started to fuck her again at a fast, and frantic speed. Her juices exploded, trickling in a sticky flow between them as she heard his low moans, knowing that he, too was close to orgasm.
Cursing when the Joker felt Rachel milking him, he panted against the soft hollow of her neck and shuddered when her legs squeezed around his hips, his nails digging into her shoulders as he gave several low, animalistic grunts. Ramming into her with all his strength, he snarled against her warm skin as the sound of their mingled moans reached his ears like strangely alluring music. Biting down on her shoulder, the Joker pleaded feebly against her skin, “When the time comes, call me Jack”, his nails digging into her hips as he shuddered and scratched with a certain desperation at her body. He felt his arousal pulse inside her, and then he came in a sudden, violent explosion that left him shuddering from his head to his toes.
When the Joker’s body shook and his cock pulsed and grew, Rachel felt him finally come undone as she dug her nails deep into his back. "Oh, Jack..." she gasped out, careful to follow through with his plea. Both of them exploded in a massive orgasm, her whole body shaking in his grip and her legs wrapping tighter around his hips.
Their juices now mixed together as he panted against her neck, she leaned her head back as her eyes closed in a moment of pure ecstasy.
Panting against Rachel’s neck, the Joker slumped against her chest and mumbled something indistinguishable, his lips almost tenderly brushing against her skin as he closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath.
As usual, the Joker was the first to recover, his teeth gritting as he slowly withdrew from her warmth and groaned at the sensation. When she’d called him Jack, it almost seemed surreal…nobody had linked that name with him for over 15 years, so the idea that he’d told Rachel in the heat of the moment angered him. He knew that he’d wanted to hear her say his name, but on the other hand, he was fully aware that something so intimate might make Rachel feel attached to him. He didn’t love her - he couldn’t love her - so there was no use in torturing the poor girl. And yet, a sick part of him liked torturing Rachel, because he felt that everyone in the world deserved to feel the pain that he did.
Slowly pulling away from Rachel, the Joker abruptly turned and zipped up his pants in silence. It was as if he was ignoring her presence altogether, and yet he clearly wanted to speak since he kept grinding his teeth.
After he’d withdrawn from her, Rachel sat down onto the carpeted floor, her knees still weak as she tried to figure out why he hated her unless they were having sex. Then and only then could she see a different side to him, and she couldn’t help but wonder why that was. Gathering up her panties, she slipped them on while mumbling, "So I guess I’m getting the silent treatment, again…you really confuse me, Jack."
As she turned away from him and walked over to the window, she realized that the truth confused even herself. How could she continue to give in to this man? What was she thinking?
The Joker couldn’t help but wince. “Don’t call me that” he pleaded. “Not now, anyway…” His real name made him seem more human, and he didn’t like the emotional baggage that came with it. In reality, he was completely stumped about how to handle this woman, and because of this, he felt the need to dispose of her and wash his hands of her existence entirely. And yet, he’d been trying to kill her for the past few months, and had failed miserably every single time. Their relationship (if it could even be called that) consisted of an uphill struggle of constant twists, turns, abrasive arguments, and mindless sex. Or at least, it had been mindless up until a few minutes ago. He felt as if he’d almost put his heart into fucking her, and he didn’t like that.
Not. One. Bit.
Turning toward Rachel with a dark look in his eyes, the Joker shrugged while asking, “What do you want me to do, hmm? Take you in my arms like in those pussy romance novels, sway you back and forth in my embrace, and then profess my undying love to you? I’ve already told you before that I’m not that kinda guy, so I wish you’d stop acting so damn surprised.”
Rachel cringed, because she knew he was right. Glaring back at him, as she pulled her hair up into a clip and grabbed her keys and purse. "You know what? You’re right, I shouldn’t act surprised. I mean, who even believes in such bullshit like love anymore? Sex is sex, so thanks for the fuck" she snarled, her heart racing as she headed toward the door.
Although the Joker felt a thrill that Rachel was leaving, he couldn’t help but add fuel to the flames as he called after her, “Well aren’t you going to pay me, too? I think I deserve a fairly decent amount for that little performance, don’t you?” Sneering when she turned back around to eye him critically, the clown prince finally straightened his stance and stormed over to her, his body wedging in between hers so that he was blocking the door. “Going somewhere?” he hissed, a feral glint coming to his eyes. “This is your apartment, you know, so it’d be awful foolish if you were the one to leave.”
If the Joker didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn that he saw tears in Rachel’s eyes, but he shrugged it off and decided that he’d been imagining things. With his voice softening only slightly, he irritably growled out, “What do you want from me, Rachel? I have nothing to give.” The resigned tone to his voice seemed so tired and final, and the fact that he’d actually spoken Rachel’s true name seemed to speak volumes.
"I don't care where I’m going, as long as I’m away from you" she snapped back, the tears now welling up in her eyes. His tone changed slightly as he asked what she wanted from him, so she paused before softly returning, "What do I want? Well what do you want, Ja....?" She started to call him by his name, but then stopped. Why were they tormenting each other when they obviously didn’t know what they truly wanted?
“What do I want?” the Joker reiterated, now giving a humorless laugh. “Beautiful, all that I’ve ever wanted is now a dead, misshapen dream, so what’s the point of even trying to revive it? My mother’s dead, my sister’s dead, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m dead, too. If anything, I wish I was six feet under so I could put all this mess behind me. That is what I want.”
Staring numbly back at her, the clown prince’s breathing grew more shallow as a lump formed in his throat. Rachel always had this unnerving way of appearing concerned when she shouldn’t be, and it somehow made her all the more beautiful in his eyes. He hated compassion of any kind, but somehow he found himself craving the attention she gave him. He hated her for it, but most importantly, he hated himself. Why did he allow this woman to worm her way into his life like she mattered? Like he mattered?
Casting his gaze down toward the carpet, he finally muttered, “Maybe I should go.”
Rachel stood there in the shadows of the moon and listened as he explained that all he’d ever wanted was now a dream, and that everyone he loved was dead. She could see the pain in his eyes and knew that he refused to let her in, but as far as she was concerned, he was a lost soul that needed a reason to live.
When he mumbled that he should probably go, she grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her. "Why do you feel that you have nothing to live for?” she pitifully asked. “Why can’t you just let someone in? Is the thought of having someone to care for you that hideous?"
The Joker stared back at Rachel in disbelief, the corners of his lips quirking upward as he gave a dry laugh. “What, are you trying to say that you want to be that someone? That you actually give two shits about what I do with my life?” Allowing the laughter to reach its full-blown crescendo, he shook his head as he stared back at her with a crooked grin. “You lawyers are a real piece of work, you know that? A reeeal piece of work.”
Running a hand down over his face, the Joker allowed his make-up to smear into several ugly white, red, pink, black, and grey streaks. He didn’t care what he looked like at the moment, because all he knew was that he’d just become the biggest joke in Gotham. He felt as if Rachel was making fun of him with those big, innocently concerned eyes, her tilted head, and her placating gestures, his gaze narrowing as he allowed his arms to drop limply at his sides. “You don’t care” he mumbled, but he said it almost like a question, his lips pressing tightly together as he longed to prove that she didn’t care. That, after all, would make things so much easier for them both.
Throwing her keys down onto the table, Rachel glared at him. "Don't you dare tell me how I fucking feel! You are not me, and you obviously don't have any idea how I feel about you!” Her anger was building at his remarks, because she knew that she did care, and that was the problem.
The Joker was stumped. He was growing increasingly confused by how to handle this woman, and it angered him. It angered him so much, in fact, that he wanted to curl his hands around Rachel’s throat and just squeeze.
Sneering at the fury in her eyes, the Joker drew close to her at an intimidating degree, his gaze dark and scornful as he agreed, “Alright, so I don’t know how you feel, but you can’t honestly say you’d forgive me if I hit you, right? If I shoved you?” As if testing Rachel, he gave her a quick shove that only sent her staggering back to a minor degree, but in that single push, the Joker felt a tremendous sense of release. He enjoyed seeing her helpless, because whether Rachel knew it or not, she had made him feel helpless, and he didn’t like that. When her pitiful gaze finally met with his, however, he couldn’t help but feel slightly taken aback. The pain on her face was evident, and he suddenly felt completely rotten for being the cause of that expression.
Opening his mouth as if to apologize, he quickly closed it and glowered off to the side. “You don’t care” he stated yet again, except this time he said it as though it were a definitive fact.
Looking away, Rachel exhaled deeply. "Is that how I have to show you that I care? By being your little punching bag? Does it make you feel good to hurt me?”
The Joker felt his shoulders stiffen. This woman was infuriating since she couldn’t see that being around him was bad for her…that it was bad for them both. He hadn’t truly wanted to shove her (domestic violence wasn’t really his cup of tea, after all), but he figured it might have a sobering effect. Unfortunately, it only seemed to cause the opposite. Rachel seemed more resolute in her opinions than ever, and somehow he found himself admiring her for it. No woman (or man, for that matter) had ever truly stood by their guns when arguing with him, so for that reason he had to respect her. On the other hand, she was really starting to irritate him, and he didn’t like the constant rollercoaster that his emotions were taking with this woman.
Approaching her with cold, measured steps, the Joker drew in close to her face while growling, “When you look at me, what do you see, hmm? A cold, unfeeling monster…someone who’s so broken that they need to be fixed, right? Because, uh…believe me, beautiful, I know why you’re doing this, and it’s because you women feel the need to protect and shelter the bruised souls in this world. Well guess what? I do not need your sympathy, and I do not need your ‘looove’, or whatever you’re claiming to feel for me, because it will not change who I am!”
Rachel stood there with her back straight and her arms folded across her chest as she glared at him. She could not, and would not show weakness since that was what he wanted. As he approached her he drew in close so their faces were mere centimeters apart, her heart racing as she returned "I am not a "charity" worker, Jack, so get that straight. I’m not trying to give you my sympathy, and I’m not quite sure why I "care" about you the way I do, so as far as my changing you...well, all I want is to be a small part of your life. Just let me in a little..." She stopped speaking, suddenly realizing the words that had just slipped from her mouth. Was she really going insane? Why did he cause all of this in her?
The Joker was considerably taken aback by Rachel’s words, his painted brows furrowing as he clenched his fists at his sides. “A small part of my life?” he incredulously repeated. “And what the hell does that even mean, hmm? You want to be my partner in crime? You want to come over every Friday night and clean out my toilets?” Giggling humorlessly at the thought, he shook his head while agreeing, “You’re fucked-up, Rachel, but I’ve got to admire your persistence. I don’t know how much “more” I can let you in, anyway…I’ve already told you about my sister and Celeste, and how I got my scars, so what more do you even need to know? There’s nothing to me but a crazy man with a vendetta, so if you actually want to be a part of all that, then yeah, I’d have to agree that you are insane.” Still frowning, the Joker studied Rachel’s face with the hopes of understanding why she was behaving the way she was, but nothing was clicking. He hated the fact that he couldn’t read her like the others, because it was almost as if a wall of communication had them closed off from one another. He wanted to see her true colors, to understand her, but he also refused to get any closer than what was necessary, and as far as he was concerned, he’d crossed that boundary long ago. “I can’t” he finally spoke, his voice cold and firm. “I’m not your fairytale prince, and you’re not my little princess, so just get that idea out of your head right now.”
Rachel winced. “Jack, I know you’re scared, but…”
”Stop fucking calling me that!”
“B-but Jack…”
”Stop it, goddammit!” In a flash, the Joker whipped out a pistol and held it to her head with shaking hands, his tongue repeatedly snaking along his lips out of nervous habit. The fire in his eyes was feverish and panicked, his breathing anything but calm as he hissed, “Leave. Me. Alone, Rachel…I don’t want you!”
Hurt, Rachel hardly even seemed to notice the gun as she felt tears prickling along her lashes, her chin raising out of pride as she fired back, “You’re so goddamn stubborn that you don’t even know what you want, Jack, so don’t say that you don’t want me when I know you do! It’s ok to need someone, you know! It doesn’t make you a weak man!”
Moving toward him with her arms outstretched, she barely had time to react the moment a loud, deafening BANG! erupted and momentarily illuminated the dim room. With a sharp gasp, Rachel glanced down just in time to see a large, scarlet bloom spreading across her front, her eyes returning to the Joker’s in shock as she dropped down to her knees. “Jack…” she pitifully rasped, now grasping at his pant legs as she doubled over. “Jack, why?”
Trembling, the Joker dropped the gun and sank down to the floor beside her, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her into his lap and rested her head beneath his chin. He could feel her shiver and shake from the shock, his hand almost reverently stroking her hair as he shushed her amidst her soft sobs. Although he didn’t feel majorly different about harming Rachel than the others, there was a distinct emptiness in his core that flared within him like an icy void. He was so unbearably cold, yet he chalked it up as his soul finally dying opposed to any sort of guilt. He could never feel guilt, and he knew that.
When he felt Rachel expire noiselessly against his chest, the Joker pressed his cheek to hers and felt something wet along his lashes.
‘Must be something in my eye’ he thought, his hand cradling Rachel’s head as he gently laid her down across the carpet. It couldn’t have worked out between them even if he’d wanted it to, he somberly realized, because she was a hopeless optimistic, and he was far too gone to ever give her the life that she deserved.
As the Joker slowly rose to his feet, he understood then that there was no point in destroying Batman any longer, because as far as the clown prince was concerned, he’d just destroyed a small part of himself: Rachel, who’d always been there, Rachel, who’d seemed to actually love him. Kneeling down alongside her, the Joker felt completely numb to the world as he reached out and forced her eyes to close.
Pleasant dreams.
Grinning, the clown prince plopped down in front of Rachel and got in between her legs before she could protest, now leaning forward so she could get a good view of the wound. He knew that she would undoubtedly see all of the hideous scars, burns, and various marks on his skin, but he no longer felt self-conscious of them. Snorting at her remark, he sarcastically returned "You do have something on your face, yes: some eyes, a nose, and some lips. How extraordinary, eh?"
Sighing, Rachel reluctantly agreed, "Well I can try...can’t be any worse than your job, after all." As she took a needle and thread and penetrated the skin, she slowly pulled it through the other side and became a bit squeamish. She heard him joke that she had something on her face (eyes, nose, and some lips), so she poked him in retaliation. "Ha, ha, haaa, you are sooo funny." Finishing the stitches, she then placed some cream on the wound as well as some gauze before taping it down. "There…I’m afraid that’s the best I can do."
"I am funny, aren't I?" the Joker agreed, grinning as he gave a sigh of contentment. "And it's in-ter-es-ting that I've managed to get in between your legs again so soon...I would've thought it'd take months!" Giggling at his jesting remark, he flopped his head back so that it was resting in her lap, a broad grin stretching his lips as he looked up at her in amusement. "Wanna play strip poker? Or naked twister? Or 20 Questions? Or something fuuuuun?"
When he leaned his head back into her lap asking if she wanted to play a game, she thumped the tip of his nose. “Alright, how about 20 Questions? I stink at Poker…" She giggled, looking down at him as he leaned back between her legs like a lifelong friend or lover. Rachel was still confused as to why she allowed all of this to happen and why it felt so natural.
"Okaaaay, then I'll start!" the Joker decided, grinning as he suddenly leapt up to his feet and took Rachel by the hand. Eagerly pulling her into her bedroom, he cheerily explained "If we move the game in here, it'll be like a sleepover...we can paint our nails passion pink and talk about boys!" Giggling over his jesting remark, he hopped onto the bed and immediately dove under the covers, only to peak out at Rachel before asking "Are you comiiiiing? And I don't mean 'cumming', 'cause you already did that with me a month ago."
Sneering at the blush on Rachel's cheeks, the Joker watched as she hesitantly slid in beside him before he threw the covers over their heads. "Okey-doke" he cheerily began, "who do you loooooove? Batface? Ass-Chin Dent? Some other freak? 'Cause no offense or anything, beautiful, but you seem to attract the weirdos."
Rachel felt breathless at the question, and considerably taken aback. “Oh, so I attract weirdos, do I? Does that mean you’re attracted to me then?" she teased, laughing as she folded her arms. "Besides, who says I ‘love’ anyone?"
The Joker sneered. "Ahhh, a wise-gal, eh? But yes, I'm madly in love with you" he gibed, giggling at the shocked look on her face. "Kiddiiiing! But, uh...just answer the question, beautiful. You women all seem to buh-lieve that love is what you've got in a re-lationship, so that's why I asked. But me? I'm re-a-list, because I know there's no way in hell that anyone will ever love a guy like me. I'm too scary!" Sneering, he laid down and looked up at her, his eyes briefly concentrating on the soft curve of her lips before he glanced down at his feet and frowned.
Rachel scoffed. Bruce was married to Batman and Gotham City, and Harvey was married to his own career, so she knew that was just his "arm candy". There was no way that there was room for ‘love’ in either of those relationships, even if she cared for both men quite deeply. When the Joker stated that there was no way in hell anyone could love someone as scary as him, she shook her head and sighed. "You just don't get it, do you? You are not scary…at least not to me, and as far as what I have in a relationship......well, that’s a laugh, ‘cause I have absolutely nothing."
"Hmm, well that's disappointing...I want to be scary" the Joker muttered, his bottom lip protruding slightly before he looked up at her with a smirk. "And no re-lationship, eh? Well that's something we both have in common, then...how in-ter-es-ting. Why doesn't Miss Beau-tee-ful Rachel Dawes have a lover, hmmm? You're far too, uh..." He abruptly trailed off, frowning since he felt uncomfortable with giving any further compliments. Glancing up at her, he found that he wanted to nibble on the soft hollow of her neck, but in order to quickly distract himself, he grumbled "Your turn...ask away, peaches!"
Rachel smirked and laughed softly. "We have a lot more in common than you thought, and as far as lovers...well, our little tryst last month was the last time I had a ‘lover’.” She moved closer to him, wanting him to inhale her perfume and smell her freshly washed hair as it fanned across the pillow beside him. When the Joker said it was her turn, she smiled thoughtfully while agreeing, "Okay...I want to know what it is about me that reminds you of Celeste? And is it the reason that you’re attracted to me? And don’t bother denying it, because I can see it in your eyes every time you look at me." She knew that bringing up Celeste would probably infuriate him, but for her own peace of mind she needed to know.
The Joker couldn't help but snarl. "I am not attracted to you! Leave it to a beau-tee-ful woman to get all egotistical just because a man's in her bed! And the only reason we had a so-called "tryst" is because I do things, uh...without really thinking them through." Gnawing on his scarred lip, he muttered "You both have the same irritatingly positive outlook on life, and, uh...you have her eyes."
Glaring off to the side, the Joker slid slightly away from Rachel so he could avoid her scent and soft, soapy skin, his eyes closing as he took a breath and deeply exhaled.
The Joker reacted exactly as she thought he would, but this didn’t faze Rachel in the slightest. Placing her hand on his shoulder, she sweetly whispered against his ear "I don’t deny my attraction, so why do you push me away? I know somewhere deep inside is that person who was able to ‘love’ Celeste, so why do you fight him?"
The Joker stiffened when he felt Rachel touch his arm, a shiver running down his spine when she began whispering in his ear about her attraction. With quivering arms, he hesitantly reached out to encircle her waist, his lips brushing against the crook of her neck as he inhaled her scent more deeply. She was so perfect and soft, and the fact that she wanted him made him believe that he was in a dream opposed to reality. Since his head was fuzzy from blood loss, he was much more vulnerable than usual, but the moment he realized that her lips were brushing against his, the Joker panicked and jolted away from her as if he'd been burned.
"Stay away from me" he growled, now rolling over and curling up into a ball. Squeezing his eyes shut as if this would keep her away, the clown prince irritably explained "I don't love, because I can't love, so stop trying to turn me into a pussy!"
Sitting up on her knees and looking at his back, Rachel sighed deeply while insisting, "Love does not make you a pussy...and you are capable of love, but you just refuse to accept the fact. There is a big difference."
"Ahhh, and when did you become such an expert on my feelings, hmm?" the Joker demanded, his voice dripping with bitterness as he took one of her pillows and pulled it over top of his head. He didn't want to see her, he didn't want to hear her, and he most certainly didn't want to feel her, because then he would want her, and in order for his plan to keep working, a distraction like that just wouldn't do.
"Y'know what else is a big difference?" the Joker finally spoke up. "Love and lust. I do not love, I lust, and I buh-lieve the same goes for you, peaches. You don't even know me."
Rachel sat there listening to him as he continued to speak without looking at her, her frustration mounting as she rose from the bed and snatching a pillow and a blanket. "God, you are impossible! I don’t even know why I even bother!" Storming into the living room, she plopped down onto the sofa and laid back with her eyes closed.
"Good question" the Joker hollered after her. "Why do you bother? You just ruined a per-fect-ly good game, sweetness, so thanks for nothing!" Slightly wishing that she'd come back -- he rather enjoyed annoying the hell out of her, after all -- the clown prince suddenly smirked and added "I hope you like drool, 'cause I plan on slobbering aaaall over your pillow and bedsheets! Thanks for giving me the bed, HA!"
Hearing him yell from the other room, she groaned and picked up a glass ashtray, tossing it toward the bedroom where it hit the wall and shattered into a thousand pieces. Now yanking the covers over her head, she flipped over facing the back of the couch while returning, "You’re welcome, ASSHOLE!"
"Welcome to what asshole? Yours? 'Cause sorry, but I'm not much of a backdoor man!" the Joker shouted back, giggling as he climbed out of bed and stretched his limbs. Taking his pillow with him, he sneered when he noticed that Rachel had hers over her own face, his foot nudging her so that she shrieked and sat up in surprise. Using this to his advantage, the Joker smacked her across her now exposed face with his pillow, a triumphant "HA!" escaping his lips as he hit her once again. "That oughta teach ya for being an uptight bitch!"
Giggling, he tried to hold her still by stepping on her, but she was squirming way too much to keep her still.
"Uptight? Screw you, I am far from uptight! You’re the one that has a stick up his ass all the time!" Now managing to get a hand free, she picked up her pillow and smacked him as hard as she could. "Get off me, asshole!"
Making a show of looking over his shoulder, the Joker shook his head before remarking "Nope! Don't see a stick up there! And if you're making some sort of gay joke, I buh-lieve you and I know per-fectly well that I like women." Just as he turned back around, Rachel's pillow collided into the side of his face with all her strength. Laughing uproariously, he ripped the pillow from her hand and began to pummel her with both pillows. "Who's an asshole now, gum drop? I'm just a guy who buh-lieves in having fun!"
Giggling as she tried to shield her face, he pushed her down off the couch and onto her back, his knees keeping her firmly in place as he sneered in triumph.
"Fun? You call beating me senseless fun?!" Rachel asked, almost breathless as he sat on top of her and held her in place with his knees. Looking up at him, her eyebrows furrowed. "You know, I’m still mad at you"
The Joker grinned. "Well, of course I do! Which is ex-act-ly what makes this so much fun! Do you think it'd be fun if you were en-joying it?" Giggling, he smacked her in the face with the pillows again before placing one on her chest, his head now resting on it as he pretended to get comfortable. "Ahhh, nothing like a good ol’ human bed, eh, Racheroni? It's a slumber party at its best! Now hold stiiiiill so I can get some sleep!"
Rachel gave him the evil eye when he stated that a human bed was the best kind, her body lying still for a moment as she watched him lay there. His breathing became slow and regular, so when she thought he was comfortable, she bucked up her hips and flung him to the floor before jumping to her feet. "Ha! Not so fun now, eh?"
"Heeeey, that wasn't very nice!" the Joker complained, rubbing his eyes as he glared up at her. "What's the matter, jealous that I was having wet dreams over other women?" Giggling, he reached out and grabbed her by the ankle, forcing her to fall on her backside as he hurriedly slid into her lap. Leering triumphantly at her disposition, he took her wrists and pinned them above her head, his lips hovering over hers as he purred "If you say Uncle, I'll let you go... Maybe. Or better yet, if you do what-ev-er I want for the rest of the night, I'll re-lease you."
Looking up at him and feeling his breath on her face, Rachel closed her eyes while trying to fight the urge to kiss him. "Whatever...you want?” she breathlessly asked. “And what might that be?"
The Joker leered down at her, having expected this sort of response. "Well if I were to tell you that, it would take away the element of sur-prise, now wouldn’t it?” he smugly insisted, enjoying the way her breath hitched in her throat as he brushed his lips across her chin. "Maybe we'll even do what you want, too...I can be a niiiice guuuuy, after all. But only when I want to be."
Moving his hands down from her wrists to her hips, he grinned down at her with a giggle. "So what's it gonna be, honey bunch? Me sitting on you forever, or you doing whatever I say?"
Rolling her eyes, Rachel sourly returned, "If it will get your heavy ass off of me, I suppose I’ll do whatever you want..."
"Heavy ass?" the Joker reiterated, feigning a look of hurt. Sneering at her response, he then leapt off of her before lying flat on his stomach, a pleased little grin forming across his lips as he urged "Give me a backrub, and be nice and slow about it. I'm all achy, and when I'm achy, that means I'm a veeeeery impatient clown." His grin and constant giggles, however, clearly said otherwise.
As he yawned and waited for Rachel to join him, he cracked open an eye and watched as she came toward his prostrate form. The sight of her sheer nighty had him shivering slightly, his teeth gnawing into his lower lip as he felt her hips slide over his bottom as she sat down. Turning his head so that he could groan into the carpet, he ignored the growing ache in his pants as he waited for her to touch him.
Although Rachel was rather surprised by the Joker’s request, she found that it wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. Slowly crawling toward him, the bottom of her sheer nighty rode up her creamy thighs as she straddled him, sitting on his backside as she slowly started rubbing his back. Methodically working her way up to his shoulders, her hips moved forward as she leaned across him to reach his neck, the sheer fabric of her nightgown grazing sensually across his bare skin.
"Hmm, are you a pro-fessional?" the Joker asked, smirking as he closed his eyes and tensed from the heat that her touch brought his lower extremities. Growling softly when Rachel kneaded a particularly sore area, he lifted his hips so that he could move his arm in between himself and his body. Now slipping a hand down his pants, he curled his fingers around his arousal and began to slowly pump himself, his free hand reaching behind him in order to caress the softness of Rachel's thigh. Groaning against the carpet, he imagined her body lying helplessly beneath him as he pounded into her, his teeth gritting as he began to jerk-off at a faster pace. Not caring if Rachel knew what the hell he was doing, he began to curse as a familiar pressure built up in his groin.
Hearing him growl as she kneaded the spot between his shoulder blades, Rachel could feel his body moving beneath her as his hand crept up and began caressing the softness of her inner thigh. Hearing his moans, she couldn’t help but smile. "Does it feel good?” she asked, bending over to whisper softly in his ear, “How good?"
The Joker quivered when her lips brushed against his ear, the ache building in his groin as he turned and licked her mouth. "Better than you know, sweetcakes, so stop teasing" he urged, smirking as he continued to rub his hand against her thigh. "Since you asked me a question, how about I give you one, too, hmm? Are you, uh...wet?" Before she could even reply, his slid his hand beneath her nighty and dipped his fingers past her panties, a soft growl rumbling in his throat when he felt the moisture from her slit. Retracting his hand, he made a show of licking his fingers as he began to thrust more desperately beneath her, her juices triggering something animalistic inside of him as he shuddered and moved his hand at a frenetic pace. "You bitch" he hissed, but far too quietly for Rachel to distinguish.
When his hand slid slowly inside, Rachel arched her back and moaned softly, only to be disappointed when he retracted his fingers and slowly licked each one, tasting her sweet juices as if they were wine. She returned to the massage, running her hands slowly up and down his back as she felt his hips bucking underneath her as he growled something unidentifiable to her.
Panting, the Joker rolled over in Rachel's arms and halted her movements, his hands coming down in order to cup her rump as he forced her hips to grind against his bare arousal. Groaning and arching his back, he placed a hand behind her head before urging her down toward him, his tongue almost hesitantly gliding across her lips before he crashed his mouth urgently against hers. Grinding at a faster, more desperate pace, he moved his lips toward her ear before gasping out "I want you from behind."
As he rolled Rachel over, she could feel his erection against her as he ground up against her, groaning and arching his back as he grabbed the back of her head and brought her down to him. Gliding his tongue slowly across her lips, he began grinding harder and faster against her heat, making her moan against his warm mouth. Pulling away, his lips met her ear as he rasped out that he wanted her from behind.
Looking at him for a moment, Rachel knew that she couldn’t refuse as she turned away and slipped off her wet panties, tossing them aside before resting her weight on her hands as she closed her eyes in anticipation.
Breathing shallowly as he watched Rachel get on her hands and knees, the Joker had to admit that he was stunned by her acquiescence. She actually wanted to do this...again? The idea that a woman willingly wanted him, and for the second time made the Joker think that she actually didn't, because he'd never been able to get a beautiful woman to do what Rachel was doing without some sort of fight.
Unsteadily making his way over to her, he suppressed a giggle when she gave a gasp of surprise, because she obviously wasn't expecting him to lift her up from behind to her feet. "I want you against that table" he explained, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck as he pushed her down against the tabletop. Seeing her bent over in the complete picture of surrender, he groaned and lowered his mouth to the soft skin of her back. Licking and nipping at the crook of her neck, he whimpered against her skin before kissing the afflicted spot almost tenderly, his hands now hiking up her nighty so that it slid well over her bare bottom. Shivering from the sensation of her body pressed against his erection, he began to teasingly slide his tip against her wetness, his teeth gently nipping at her ear as he groaned softly. After fantasizing about this moment for a full month, he didn't have enough willpower to not take her. With only a moment's hesitation, he buried himself inside her to the hilt, his lips steeling back a growl as he gritted his teeth and felt her body snugly take him in.
Rachel felt as if she was under a spell as she gave in to his every command, her hands grasping the edge of the table as she felt the tip of his erection pressing against her outer lips. With a sudden forceful thrust, he sank the entire length of his shaft deep inside her as she stretched to accommodate his girth.
Grunting, the Joker buried his face against the nape of her neck and gently bit down, his lips and tongue working against her skin as he continued to diligently thrust inside her. Squeezing her breasts, he shuddered as he listened to her soft moans, his hand slinking upward in order to take her by the chin. Promptly forcing her to look at him over his shoulder, he brought their lips roughly together as he slid his tongue inside her mouth. Groaning into the heated kiss, he gave quick, powerful pumps as he licked and bit at her lips, his hand sliding through her hair as the table continued to rock violently from side to side. The electrical feeling coursing through his veins almost made him euphoric, his growls rumbling deep in his chest as he kept up his animalistic rutting. He knew she wanted him, but the sick part of him wanted to hear her sounds to reaffirm the fact.
As he thrust deeper, Rachel moaned as she stretched to accommodate his large girth, the feeling caused her muscles to squeeze tightly around his member as she throbbed and moaned. Grabbing her chin, he forced her to look over her shoulder as he slammed into her again and again, his lips roughly meeting with hers as his tongue slid past her lips and dueled forcefully with hers. He groaned into the kiss while licking and biting her plump lips, his powerful thrusts causing the table to rock on it legs while banging against the floor from the force. Feeling his fingers in her hair, she leaned back as he sank deeper inside her as whole body shook with an orgasm. "Oh fuck.....take me" she whimpered almost breathlessly.
"Hmm, I didn't think DA's had such dirty mouths" the Joker teased, his voice low and tainted by lust as he licked her lips. Kissing his way down from her chin to her neck, he growled against her skin as he dug his nails into her hips and pounded into her more forcefully, his thrusts alternating in between quick and frantic to slow and forceful. He didn't like to develop a pattern, because then he knew Rachel would be expecting a certain speed; he always liked to keep people guessing, and with love-making things were no different. Groaning and gasping against her neck, he shuddered as he felt her inner muscles squeezing him tightly, his teeth sinking into her shoulder in order to quiet his moans as he frantically jerked his hips. He was surrounded by hot, wet, and tight, and he honestly didn't know how much longer he could last.
Suddenly halting his movements, he withdrew from Rachel's warm haven and flipped her around in his embrace, his arms now lifting her up so that he pinned her against the wall. Biting down on her neck, he forced her to sink back down onto his shaft as he continued to fuck her at a more vigorous pace, his breath warm and hot against her skin as he panted breathlessly.
Rachel moaned, biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood as he continued to thrust himself deep inside her, her muscles stretching and contracting against his cock as he alternated his thrusts between hard and fast and slow and forceful, his hips grinding into hers at different angles and hitting her very core. The feeling of his hot breath on her baked skin caused her nipples to harden, and when he sank his teeth into her shoulder she moaned out loudly, "Oh, God! I’m cumming, again!”
The Joker suddenly halted his movements, thus causing her walls to pulse and throb as he withdrew and flipped her over. Lifting her up in his arms, he pinned her against the wall and forcefully lowered her down onto his shaft as he started to fuck her again at a fast, and frantic speed. Her juices exploded, trickling in a sticky flow between them as she heard his low moans, knowing that he, too was close to orgasm.
Cursing when the Joker felt Rachel milking him, he panted against the soft hollow of her neck and shuddered when her legs squeezed around his hips, his nails digging into her shoulders as he gave several low, animalistic grunts. Ramming into her with all his strength, he snarled against her warm skin as the sound of their mingled moans reached his ears like strangely alluring music. Biting down on her shoulder, the Joker pleaded feebly against her skin, “When the time comes, call me Jack”, his nails digging into her hips as he shuddered and scratched with a certain desperation at her body. He felt his arousal pulse inside her, and then he came in a sudden, violent explosion that left him shuddering from his head to his toes.
When the Joker’s body shook and his cock pulsed and grew, Rachel felt him finally come undone as she dug her nails deep into his back. "Oh, Jack..." she gasped out, careful to follow through with his plea. Both of them exploded in a massive orgasm, her whole body shaking in his grip and her legs wrapping tighter around his hips.
Their juices now mixed together as he panted against her neck, she leaned her head back as her eyes closed in a moment of pure ecstasy.
Panting against Rachel’s neck, the Joker slumped against her chest and mumbled something indistinguishable, his lips almost tenderly brushing against her skin as he closed his eyes and tried to catch his breath.
As usual, the Joker was the first to recover, his teeth gritting as he slowly withdrew from her warmth and groaned at the sensation. When she’d called him Jack, it almost seemed surreal…nobody had linked that name with him for over 15 years, so the idea that he’d told Rachel in the heat of the moment angered him. He knew that he’d wanted to hear her say his name, but on the other hand, he was fully aware that something so intimate might make Rachel feel attached to him. He didn’t love her - he couldn’t love her - so there was no use in torturing the poor girl. And yet, a sick part of him liked torturing Rachel, because he felt that everyone in the world deserved to feel the pain that he did.
Slowly pulling away from Rachel, the Joker abruptly turned and zipped up his pants in silence. It was as if he was ignoring her presence altogether, and yet he clearly wanted to speak since he kept grinding his teeth.
After he’d withdrawn from her, Rachel sat down onto the carpeted floor, her knees still weak as she tried to figure out why he hated her unless they were having sex. Then and only then could she see a different side to him, and she couldn’t help but wonder why that was. Gathering up her panties, she slipped them on while mumbling, "So I guess I’m getting the silent treatment, again…you really confuse me, Jack."
As she turned away from him and walked over to the window, she realized that the truth confused even herself. How could she continue to give in to this man? What was she thinking?
The Joker couldn’t help but wince. “Don’t call me that” he pleaded. “Not now, anyway…” His real name made him seem more human, and he didn’t like the emotional baggage that came with it. In reality, he was completely stumped about how to handle this woman, and because of this, he felt the need to dispose of her and wash his hands of her existence entirely. And yet, he’d been trying to kill her for the past few months, and had failed miserably every single time. Their relationship (if it could even be called that) consisted of an uphill struggle of constant twists, turns, abrasive arguments, and mindless sex. Or at least, it had been mindless up until a few minutes ago. He felt as if he’d almost put his heart into fucking her, and he didn’t like that.
Not. One. Bit.
Turning toward Rachel with a dark look in his eyes, the Joker shrugged while asking, “What do you want me to do, hmm? Take you in my arms like in those pussy romance novels, sway you back and forth in my embrace, and then profess my undying love to you? I’ve already told you before that I’m not that kinda guy, so I wish you’d stop acting so damn surprised.”
Rachel cringed, because she knew he was right. Glaring back at him, as she pulled her hair up into a clip and grabbed her keys and purse. "You know what? You’re right, I shouldn’t act surprised. I mean, who even believes in such bullshit like love anymore? Sex is sex, so thanks for the fuck" she snarled, her heart racing as she headed toward the door.
Although the Joker felt a thrill that Rachel was leaving, he couldn’t help but add fuel to the flames as he called after her, “Well aren’t you going to pay me, too? I think I deserve a fairly decent amount for that little performance, don’t you?” Sneering when she turned back around to eye him critically, the clown prince finally straightened his stance and stormed over to her, his body wedging in between hers so that he was blocking the door. “Going somewhere?” he hissed, a feral glint coming to his eyes. “This is your apartment, you know, so it’d be awful foolish if you were the one to leave.”
If the Joker didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn that he saw tears in Rachel’s eyes, but he shrugged it off and decided that he’d been imagining things. With his voice softening only slightly, he irritably growled out, “What do you want from me, Rachel? I have nothing to give.” The resigned tone to his voice seemed so tired and final, and the fact that he’d actually spoken Rachel’s true name seemed to speak volumes.
"I don't care where I’m going, as long as I’m away from you" she snapped back, the tears now welling up in her eyes. His tone changed slightly as he asked what she wanted from him, so she paused before softly returning, "What do I want? Well what do you want, Ja....?" She started to call him by his name, but then stopped. Why were they tormenting each other when they obviously didn’t know what they truly wanted?
“What do I want?” the Joker reiterated, now giving a humorless laugh. “Beautiful, all that I’ve ever wanted is now a dead, misshapen dream, so what’s the point of even trying to revive it? My mother’s dead, my sister’s dead, and as far as I’m concerned, I’m dead, too. If anything, I wish I was six feet under so I could put all this mess behind me. That is what I want.”
Staring numbly back at her, the clown prince’s breathing grew more shallow as a lump formed in his throat. Rachel always had this unnerving way of appearing concerned when she shouldn’t be, and it somehow made her all the more beautiful in his eyes. He hated compassion of any kind, but somehow he found himself craving the attention she gave him. He hated her for it, but most importantly, he hated himself. Why did he allow this woman to worm her way into his life like she mattered? Like he mattered?
Casting his gaze down toward the carpet, he finally muttered, “Maybe I should go.”
Rachel stood there in the shadows of the moon and listened as he explained that all he’d ever wanted was now a dream, and that everyone he loved was dead. She could see the pain in his eyes and knew that he refused to let her in, but as far as she was concerned, he was a lost soul that needed a reason to live.
When he mumbled that he should probably go, she grabbed his arm and turned him around to face her. "Why do you feel that you have nothing to live for?” she pitifully asked. “Why can’t you just let someone in? Is the thought of having someone to care for you that hideous?"
The Joker stared back at Rachel in disbelief, the corners of his lips quirking upward as he gave a dry laugh. “What, are you trying to say that you want to be that someone? That you actually give two shits about what I do with my life?” Allowing the laughter to reach its full-blown crescendo, he shook his head as he stared back at her with a crooked grin. “You lawyers are a real piece of work, you know that? A reeeal piece of work.”
Running a hand down over his face, the Joker allowed his make-up to smear into several ugly white, red, pink, black, and grey streaks. He didn’t care what he looked like at the moment, because all he knew was that he’d just become the biggest joke in Gotham. He felt as if Rachel was making fun of him with those big, innocently concerned eyes, her tilted head, and her placating gestures, his gaze narrowing as he allowed his arms to drop limply at his sides. “You don’t care” he mumbled, but he said it almost like a question, his lips pressing tightly together as he longed to prove that she didn’t care. That, after all, would make things so much easier for them both.
Throwing her keys down onto the table, Rachel glared at him. "Don't you dare tell me how I fucking feel! You are not me, and you obviously don't have any idea how I feel about you!” Her anger was building at his remarks, because she knew that she did care, and that was the problem.
The Joker was stumped. He was growing increasingly confused by how to handle this woman, and it angered him. It angered him so much, in fact, that he wanted to curl his hands around Rachel’s throat and just squeeze.
Sneering at the fury in her eyes, the Joker drew close to her at an intimidating degree, his gaze dark and scornful as he agreed, “Alright, so I don’t know how you feel, but you can’t honestly say you’d forgive me if I hit you, right? If I shoved you?” As if testing Rachel, he gave her a quick shove that only sent her staggering back to a minor degree, but in that single push, the Joker felt a tremendous sense of release. He enjoyed seeing her helpless, because whether Rachel knew it or not, she had made him feel helpless, and he didn’t like that. When her pitiful gaze finally met with his, however, he couldn’t help but feel slightly taken aback. The pain on her face was evident, and he suddenly felt completely rotten for being the cause of that expression.
Opening his mouth as if to apologize, he quickly closed it and glowered off to the side. “You don’t care” he stated yet again, except this time he said it as though it were a definitive fact.
Looking away, Rachel exhaled deeply. "Is that how I have to show you that I care? By being your little punching bag? Does it make you feel good to hurt me?”
The Joker felt his shoulders stiffen. This woman was infuriating since she couldn’t see that being around him was bad for her…that it was bad for them both. He hadn’t truly wanted to shove her (domestic violence wasn’t really his cup of tea, after all), but he figured it might have a sobering effect. Unfortunately, it only seemed to cause the opposite. Rachel seemed more resolute in her opinions than ever, and somehow he found himself admiring her for it. No woman (or man, for that matter) had ever truly stood by their guns when arguing with him, so for that reason he had to respect her. On the other hand, she was really starting to irritate him, and he didn’t like the constant rollercoaster that his emotions were taking with this woman.
Approaching her with cold, measured steps, the Joker drew in close to her face while growling, “When you look at me, what do you see, hmm? A cold, unfeeling monster…someone who’s so broken that they need to be fixed, right? Because, uh…believe me, beautiful, I know why you’re doing this, and it’s because you women feel the need to protect and shelter the bruised souls in this world. Well guess what? I do not need your sympathy, and I do not need your ‘looove’, or whatever you’re claiming to feel for me, because it will not change who I am!”
Rachel stood there with her back straight and her arms folded across her chest as she glared at him. She could not, and would not show weakness since that was what he wanted. As he approached her he drew in close so their faces were mere centimeters apart, her heart racing as she returned "I am not a "charity" worker, Jack, so get that straight. I’m not trying to give you my sympathy, and I’m not quite sure why I "care" about you the way I do, so as far as my changing you...well, all I want is to be a small part of your life. Just let me in a little..." She stopped speaking, suddenly realizing the words that had just slipped from her mouth. Was she really going insane? Why did he cause all of this in her?
The Joker was considerably taken aback by Rachel’s words, his painted brows furrowing as he clenched his fists at his sides. “A small part of my life?” he incredulously repeated. “And what the hell does that even mean, hmm? You want to be my partner in crime? You want to come over every Friday night and clean out my toilets?” Giggling humorlessly at the thought, he shook his head while agreeing, “You’re fucked-up, Rachel, but I’ve got to admire your persistence. I don’t know how much “more” I can let you in, anyway…I’ve already told you about my sister and Celeste, and how I got my scars, so what more do you even need to know? There’s nothing to me but a crazy man with a vendetta, so if you actually want to be a part of all that, then yeah, I’d have to agree that you are insane.” Still frowning, the Joker studied Rachel’s face with the hopes of understanding why she was behaving the way she was, but nothing was clicking. He hated the fact that he couldn’t read her like the others, because it was almost as if a wall of communication had them closed off from one another. He wanted to see her true colors, to understand her, but he also refused to get any closer than what was necessary, and as far as he was concerned, he’d crossed that boundary long ago. “I can’t” he finally spoke, his voice cold and firm. “I’m not your fairytale prince, and you’re not my little princess, so just get that idea out of your head right now.”
Rachel winced. “Jack, I know you’re scared, but…”
”Stop fucking calling me that!”
“B-but Jack…”
”Stop it, goddammit!” In a flash, the Joker whipped out a pistol and held it to her head with shaking hands, his tongue repeatedly snaking along his lips out of nervous habit. The fire in his eyes was feverish and panicked, his breathing anything but calm as he hissed, “Leave. Me. Alone, Rachel…I don’t want you!”
Hurt, Rachel hardly even seemed to notice the gun as she felt tears prickling along her lashes, her chin raising out of pride as she fired back, “You’re so goddamn stubborn that you don’t even know what you want, Jack, so don’t say that you don’t want me when I know you do! It’s ok to need someone, you know! It doesn’t make you a weak man!”
Moving toward him with her arms outstretched, she barely had time to react the moment a loud, deafening BANG! erupted and momentarily illuminated the dim room. With a sharp gasp, Rachel glanced down just in time to see a large, scarlet bloom spreading across her front, her eyes returning to the Joker’s in shock as she dropped down to her knees. “Jack…” she pitifully rasped, now grasping at his pant legs as she doubled over. “Jack, why?”
Trembling, the Joker dropped the gun and sank down to the floor beside her, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her into his lap and rested her head beneath his chin. He could feel her shiver and shake from the shock, his hand almost reverently stroking her hair as he shushed her amidst her soft sobs. Although he didn’t feel majorly different about harming Rachel than the others, there was a distinct emptiness in his core that flared within him like an icy void. He was so unbearably cold, yet he chalked it up as his soul finally dying opposed to any sort of guilt. He could never feel guilt, and he knew that.
When he felt Rachel expire noiselessly against his chest, the Joker pressed his cheek to hers and felt something wet along his lashes.
‘Must be something in my eye’ he thought, his hand cradling Rachel’s head as he gently laid her down across the carpet. It couldn’t have worked out between them even if he’d wanted it to, he somberly realized, because she was a hopeless optimistic, and he was far too gone to ever give her the life that she deserved.
As the Joker slowly rose to his feet, he understood then that there was no point in destroying Batman any longer, because as far as the clown prince was concerned, he’d just destroyed a small part of himself: Rachel, who’d always been there, Rachel, who’d seemed to actually love him. Kneeling down alongside her, the Joker felt completely numb to the world as he reached out and forced her eyes to close.
Pleasant dreams.