Oh, look.... A second installment!
Erm, I had this chapter in storage.... Here!
Title: Harmony in Chaos
Rating: R-NC17 for later chapters
Pairing: Joker/OFC , Bruce / OFC
Summary: It doesn't take long for Rory to realize that moving to Gotham was not her best idea. Everyone is teetering just on the edge of insanity.
A/N: Rory is mine... Oh, and she is the only OC in the whole fic, luckily. Bruce waltzes his way in eventually.
Warnings: Smut, violence, some Non-Con.
Chapter Two: Into the fire.
Play? What did this maniac mean, play? Rory shook. “Play?” He began to cross the bed toward her.
“Of course.” His cackling echoed off the walls. Rory’s flight reflex took hold, and she dashed toward the door. He pursued her happily, giggling. “See? This is fun!” Rory’s tears of fear blurred her vision as she ran through the hallways of the house he’d stashed her in. She wasn’t sure if she was hearing his pounding footsteps closing in, or if her own heartbeat was drowning out all other sounds. When she turned, he was nowhere to be seen, and Rory tried several doors, only to find then locked. Panting, she moved down the hallways, finally finding an open room. It was filled with boxes, and Rory squeezed herself in between them, looking for a hiding place. She settled against the wall, breathing heavily, and shaking with fear. The nightgown that The Joker had dressed her in was dusty and a little stained at that point, but she didn’t care.
“Help me…” she whispered. “Somebody…” Suddenly, the door burst open, and The Joker’s chilling laughter filled the room.
“I hear you breathing.” He said slowly, making his way closer to her hiding place. “I heeeeeeear you.” He said, crowing loudly. But there was no mirth in it. “Let’s make this more interesting.” He said, walking away, and grabbing someone else. Rory heard the gun cocking, and flinched. “If you don’t come out right now, sweetie, I’ll kill this man.” He laughed again. “Bang, bang!” he cackled. “BANG BANG BANG!”
“Stop it!” she screamed, standing from her place in the corner. “Just stop it!” She was still quaking forcefully, and the negligee was askew on her frame. “Why are you doing this?!”
“Because,” he said, looking at her quite seriously. “It’s chaos.” He shot the man in the face. He had been standing closer than she realized, because blood, and chunks of flesh sprayed her face, and Rory screamed. Before the man’s body had even fully hit the ground, The Joker was dragging her out of the room, and back the way she had come. Blood dripped from her chin, and Rory couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or not.
He’d just shot that man.
“Look at you,” he said, clucking his tongue at her distastefully. “Ruining the nice things I bought for you! We’ll just have to clean you up,” he replied, shoving her into the room she’d woken up in. “So naughty.” Rory felt weak, as he dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed.
“You won’t get away with this,” she muttered, turning her head towards him.
“And what won’t I be getting away with? Uh, your kidnapping, the murder, uh, or the robbing?” he paused, placing a thoughtful finger on his chin. “Oh, Oh!” he clapped excitedly. “Or won’t I get away with blowing this city half to hell?” he laughed madly, and clapped again.
“You’re… out of your mind…” she said, having trouble keeping her breathing even. His eyes flashed to hers, and he frowned.
“No I’m not. Uh, no, I’m not.” He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. Rory could feel his hot breath puffing over her face. “It’s not nice to insult people.” He giggled like a child, and pressed his knife against her face. “No more running. See, I’m a man of my woooord,” he laughed. “You run again, and I’ll make sure you’re always smiling too!”
The point of the knife was pressed hard against her cheek, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see a small trickle of blood trickle down the knife to the base. The Joker lifted it away, and licked it off crudely, before placing it back against her face. Rory was hyperventilating now, and he smirked, the scars moving up with his face.
“I won’t run again.”
“Promise me, doll-face.” When Rory hesitated, he growled, and lifted her face roughly, pressing the knife into the corner of her mouth. “PROMISE.”
“I-I promise!” she gasped, feeling him run a gloved hand down the opposite cheek. He looked down at her nightgown, then, and then back up at her.
“Aw. Baby’s all filthy,” he muttered, lifting the edge of the negligee brazenly. “Better clean up.”
“N-No!” Rory gasped, and scooted quickly away from him. The Joker was not deterred, and he simply grabbed her wrist, forcing her back against his body. “No! Let me go!”
He laughed, and pressed her fully against his front. “Mmm, there’s that fight again. Ooh, I love it!” Rory struggled harder, pushing back away from him, and scratching the skin below the gloves. She drew some blood, but he didn’t even flinch.
“Stop it!” she yelled, writhing like a snake, but stopping cold when her flailing thighs came into contact with his crotch. Feeling disgust well up within her at his obvious erection, Rory, began breathing even harder, and digging her nails into his skin. “No, no…”
“Oh don’t worry. That’s for later, Doll.” He said quickly, ripping half of her nightgown off. She covered her breasts with her hands, and backed over the bed away from him.
“Why…. Why are you doing this?” She breathed. He cackled loudly, and tapped the knife against his palm.
“My good friend Batsy can’t save everyone.” he said simply, advancing toward her. Rory moved when he did, darting away when he got too close. He faked grabs for her, and Rory panicked each time, jumping away. Soon, she was out of bed to cower on, and he had backed her into a corner. His arms came up around her head like a cage, and she panted. She hadn’t noticed the tears trickling down her face until he pressed his face close to hers, and licked the salty tracks up from her cheeks. Rory slammed her head into the wall in a panic, trying to avoid his lips. He laughed shortly, and kissed her forehead. If she hadn’t known the madness behind that mouth, it would have been tender. “Scared?” he said, cackling. His laugh was long and loud, and Rory shuddered. He pressed his mouth against her ear, and he breathed out. “You should be.” Ripping the other half of her nightgown off, Rory fought to cover herself as he dragged her away from the wall. He pulled her around the bed, and to the other side of the room. She glanced at the door, and without him looking back at her, he tightened his grip on her wrist until her eyes widened and she choked with pain. “Don’t think about it, doll.” There was another door she hadn’t noticed before, and he pulled her through it. “Bath time!” he said, shoving her inside, and locking the door behind him. Rory covered herself, and cowered. “Oh, just look at you covered in muck!” Rory glanced at herself in the mirror, and he was right. The left side of her face was stained with drying blood, and there were little chunks of the dead man’s flesh lodged in her hair. The Joker grabbed her then, and pushed her into the shower, turning it on. The water was near scalding, and Rory gasped in surprise. He didn’t shut the curtain, however, even though the water was splashing his suit and his face. When Rory simply stood there under the spray, he giggled, and addressed her.
“Soap up!” he said, leaning against the wall, and licking his scarred lips.
Title: Harmony in Chaos
Rating: R-NC17 for later chapters
Pairing: Joker/OFC , Bruce / OFC
Summary: It doesn't take long for Rory to realize that moving to Gotham was not her best idea. Everyone is teetering just on the edge of insanity.
A/N: Rory is mine... Oh, and she is the only OC in the whole fic, luckily. Bruce waltzes his way in eventually.
Warnings: Smut, violence, some Non-Con.
Chapter Two: Into the fire.
Play? What did this maniac mean, play? Rory shook. “Play?” He began to cross the bed toward her.
“Of course.” His cackling echoed off the walls. Rory’s flight reflex took hold, and she dashed toward the door. He pursued her happily, giggling. “See? This is fun!” Rory’s tears of fear blurred her vision as she ran through the hallways of the house he’d stashed her in. She wasn’t sure if she was hearing his pounding footsteps closing in, or if her own heartbeat was drowning out all other sounds. When she turned, he was nowhere to be seen, and Rory tried several doors, only to find then locked. Panting, she moved down the hallways, finally finding an open room. It was filled with boxes, and Rory squeezed herself in between them, looking for a hiding place. She settled against the wall, breathing heavily, and shaking with fear. The nightgown that The Joker had dressed her in was dusty and a little stained at that point, but she didn’t care.
“Help me…” she whispered. “Somebody…” Suddenly, the door burst open, and The Joker’s chilling laughter filled the room.
“I hear you breathing.” He said slowly, making his way closer to her hiding place. “I heeeeeeear you.” He said, crowing loudly. But there was no mirth in it. “Let’s make this more interesting.” He said, walking away, and grabbing someone else. Rory heard the gun cocking, and flinched. “If you don’t come out right now, sweetie, I’ll kill this man.” He laughed again. “Bang, bang!” he cackled. “BANG BANG BANG!”
“Stop it!” she screamed, standing from her place in the corner. “Just stop it!” She was still quaking forcefully, and the negligee was askew on her frame. “Why are you doing this?!”
“Because,” he said, looking at her quite seriously. “It’s chaos.” He shot the man in the face. He had been standing closer than she realized, because blood, and chunks of flesh sprayed her face, and Rory screamed. Before the man’s body had even fully hit the ground, The Joker was dragging her out of the room, and back the way she had come. Blood dripped from her chin, and Rory couldn’t tell if she was dreaming or not.
He’d just shot that man.
“Look at you,” he said, clucking his tongue at her distastefully. “Ruining the nice things I bought for you! We’ll just have to clean you up,” he replied, shoving her into the room she’d woken up in. “So naughty.” Rory felt weak, as he dumped her unceremoniously onto the bed.
“You won’t get away with this,” she muttered, turning her head towards him.
“And what won’t I be getting away with? Uh, your kidnapping, the murder, uh, or the robbing?” he paused, placing a thoughtful finger on his chin. “Oh, Oh!” he clapped excitedly. “Or won’t I get away with blowing this city half to hell?” he laughed madly, and clapped again.
“You’re… out of your mind…” she said, having trouble keeping her breathing even. His eyes flashed to hers, and he frowned.
“No I’m not. Uh, no, I’m not.” He grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him. Rory could feel his hot breath puffing over her face. “It’s not nice to insult people.” He giggled like a child, and pressed his knife against her face. “No more running. See, I’m a man of my woooord,” he laughed. “You run again, and I’ll make sure you’re always smiling too!”
The point of the knife was pressed hard against her cheek, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see a small trickle of blood trickle down the knife to the base. The Joker lifted it away, and licked it off crudely, before placing it back against her face. Rory was hyperventilating now, and he smirked, the scars moving up with his face.
“I won’t run again.”
“Promise me, doll-face.” When Rory hesitated, he growled, and lifted her face roughly, pressing the knife into the corner of her mouth. “PROMISE.”
“I-I promise!” she gasped, feeling him run a gloved hand down the opposite cheek. He looked down at her nightgown, then, and then back up at her.
“Aw. Baby’s all filthy,” he muttered, lifting the edge of the negligee brazenly. “Better clean up.”
“N-No!” Rory gasped, and scooted quickly away from him. The Joker was not deterred, and he simply grabbed her wrist, forcing her back against his body. “No! Let me go!”
He laughed, and pressed her fully against his front. “Mmm, there’s that fight again. Ooh, I love it!” Rory struggled harder, pushing back away from him, and scratching the skin below the gloves. She drew some blood, but he didn’t even flinch.
“Stop it!” she yelled, writhing like a snake, but stopping cold when her flailing thighs came into contact with his crotch. Feeling disgust well up within her at his obvious erection, Rory, began breathing even harder, and digging her nails into his skin. “No, no…”
“Oh don’t worry. That’s for later, Doll.” He said quickly, ripping half of her nightgown off. She covered her breasts with her hands, and backed over the bed away from him.
“Why…. Why are you doing this?” She breathed. He cackled loudly, and tapped the knife against his palm.
“My good friend Batsy can’t save everyone.” he said simply, advancing toward her. Rory moved when he did, darting away when he got too close. He faked grabs for her, and Rory panicked each time, jumping away. Soon, she was out of bed to cower on, and he had backed her into a corner. His arms came up around her head like a cage, and she panted. She hadn’t noticed the tears trickling down her face until he pressed his face close to hers, and licked the salty tracks up from her cheeks. Rory slammed her head into the wall in a panic, trying to avoid his lips. He laughed shortly, and kissed her forehead. If she hadn’t known the madness behind that mouth, it would have been tender. “Scared?” he said, cackling. His laugh was long and loud, and Rory shuddered. He pressed his mouth against her ear, and he breathed out. “You should be.” Ripping the other half of her nightgown off, Rory fought to cover herself as he dragged her away from the wall. He pulled her around the bed, and to the other side of the room. She glanced at the door, and without him looking back at her, he tightened his grip on her wrist until her eyes widened and she choked with pain. “Don’t think about it, doll.” There was another door she hadn’t noticed before, and he pulled her through it. “Bath time!” he said, shoving her inside, and locking the door behind him. Rory covered herself, and cowered. “Oh, just look at you covered in muck!” Rory glanced at herself in the mirror, and he was right. The left side of her face was stained with drying blood, and there were little chunks of the dead man’s flesh lodged in her hair. The Joker grabbed her then, and pushed her into the shower, turning it on. The water was near scalding, and Rory gasped in surprise. He didn’t shut the curtain, however, even though the water was splashing his suit and his face. When Rory simply stood there under the spray, he giggled, and addressed her.
“Soap up!” he said, leaning against the wall, and licking his scarred lips.