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ledgerserious8 · 1 year ago

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Wrong Person | Bruce Wayne (Bale) X The Joker Ledger X Reader

Warning : Don't copy my writing Don't steal my writing. All rights are reserved for my writing

Genre : Drama Angst Angry Issue Jealousy

Summary : Bruce having Investigation The Joker but it's turned into something else because..

Word count : 3.4k

Bruce walked inside, his adrenaline still pumping through his veins, as he saw the Joker in the interrogation room behind bars, surrounded by Gordon and his teammates

The Joker looked disheveled and angry, his face scarred and twisted from the events of the past night and Gordon shot him a look of satisfaction, and Bruce couldn't help but smile at the sight

It was a bittersweet moment, but one that he knew was necessary and had been long overdue

"So the bat is here" - the joker explained mockingly trying to play fool

"The one and only" - His Batman voice answered back proudly, his shoulders back and chest up, his hands folded together.

The Joker had mocked him several times in the past, but this time, he was the one under lock and key, unable to escape

The table had turned..

The Joker mocked and taunted him, but he didn't care. Bruce was here to do a job and get it done quickly and effectively but Bruce's mind was focused and his goal clear and it's was investigate the clown and bring him to justice

Without the presence of Gordon and the other officers, the room was suddenly much quieter and more intimate as Bruce and the Joker were now alone, faced with only each other’s gaze

The Joker was restrained behind bars, his expression angry and defiant, as usual but Bruce sat across from him, his face emotionless, his eyes searching and observing every detail

"Wanna play a game baty?" - the joker asked him as still trying to get into his skin

"I am not here to play your games" - Bruce replied calmly, his eyes scanning the Joker for clues as his mind worked quickly

He knew this game too well, the Joker's attempts to provoke him and throw him off balance But he was immune to such tricks, his emotions in control, his will to investigate strong and unwavering

He would not be distracted by the Joker's mocking or threats. instead, he kept his stare unblinking and his attention focused on the clown in front of him.

"Let's talk seriously? And we will be honest You always asking yourself why I'm around you like a Nightmare" - The joker explained mockingly as licking his lips by his tongue - "Even when you actually a stranger to me i killed your parents and Yes i don't have a reason more then I'm madness"

"But you didn't ask yourself why I'm still around you even after i killed your parents?" The joker finished softly but honestly

"Don't play mind games with me." - Bruce replied simply, as his eyes remained steady, refusing to be swayed by the Joker's attempts to distort his focus

He knew the Joker was just trying to get under his skin, to throw him off and make him lose his composure and Bruce remained unperturbed, staring directly back at the clown's eyes with a level of resolve and determination

"You're obsessed with me," - Bruce said flatly, his voice unwavering as he continued to stare at the clown

He was unconcerned with the Joker's mocking tone, and focused only on making eye contact and observing his every gesture and expression

"All your attacks, all your crimes have been a plea for attention from me," - Bruce continued his voice calm and steady

"Yes I'm obsessed" - The joker confessed honestly? - "But actually not with you"

Bruce was surprised by the Joker's honesty and seriousness He had always assumed the clown was playing a game with him, twisting the truth and feeding him lies to manipulate him

But this time, the Joker was genuinely being honest, which caught him off guard

"Then with who?" - Bruce asked quickly, curious where the Joker was going with this

The clown was never easy to read or predict, but something about the way he said this was making him think

If the Joker wasn't obsessed with him, then what was he truly obsessed with?

"I'm obsessed with someone I tried to take from a long time" - The joker continue - "but you come and ruin everything"

Bruce was starting to find this conversation much more interesting The Joker was being unusually serious and honest, sharing things he wouldn't normally reveal so openly

"Who are you obsessed with?" - Bruce asked, feeling intrigued by the clown's cryptic explanation

He was curious to get a glimpse of whatever had been driving the Joker's madness and chaos

The Joker was usually guarded and mysterious, so seeing this unexpected side of him was intriguing

"Someone you couldn't live without" - The joker whispered softly and coldly

"Someone you will die for" the joker added softly as looking at him trying to study his expression under the mask

Bruce felt his heart skip a beat when the Joker revealed the hint

"Someone you would die for" and "Someone you couldn't live without", those words hit him like a punch to his heart

It was clear to him who the Joker was talking about, and the revelation made his mind scramble and The last thing he expected was the Joker to reveal he was obsessed with someone Bruce deeply cared about

"Don't you see where my eyes on?" - the joker asked him calmly and seriously

The Joker's words sent chills down Bruce's spine as He understood why the Joker had been targeting him personally, and why the Joker had been focusing his efforts on causing chaos and damage wherever he could

The clown had one singular focus, one all-encompassing obsession, and Bruce knew it had nothing to do with him personally

Instead, he realized the Joker was truly focused on one person that was most important to Bruce

“I know exactly who you mean,” - Bruce finally replied quietly, his voice full of shock and concern

It's was you..

Bruce felt his chest constrict as he realized who the Joker was referring to

You, his faithful sidekick in the war against crime, his girlfriend and future wife

"You're obsessed with her," - Bruce said, his voice barely above a whisper, his heart racing and his stomach filled with dread

The Joker smirked and nodded in acknowledgment, confirming that he was indeed obsessed with You

Bruce watched as the clown's expressions shifted through a spectrum of smugness, amusement, and arrogance, before settling on a twisted delight

The Joker seemed to take a twisted pleasure in Bruce's reaction, in the realization that he, too, was helpless when it came to the one thing that mattered most to him

Bruce's mind was spinning with thoughts and emotions as he grappled with the truth of the situation

"Your precious girl, your partner in crime fighting, your love, your everything, your future wife. I want her, and she will be mine." - the joker explained honestly and firmly

The Joker's words pushed Bruce over the edge, his pent-up fury boiling over, and he suddenly sprang into action

He grabbed the Joker tightly and held him with all his strength, a look of passion and jealousy in his eyes as he saw red

But the Joker didn't even flinch. He just laughed, his eyes filled with amusement as he watched Bruce's emotions run rampant

James Gordon and his team watched from the glass window, growing increasingly nervous and concerned as they saw Bruce's emotional reaction

Bruce's anger and fury overwhelmed him, and he unleashed a whirlwind of words as he shouted furiously at the Joker

"Don't dare you" - he began, his voice shaky and quivering with fury, - "I will not let you take her, she is mine! She will always be mine!"

The Joker just laughed at his outrage and intensity, seeming thoroughly entertained by the sight of Bruce's rage he was really enjoying this so much

"What if I Touched her?" - The joker asked him teasingly but actually he was playing on his soft spot

Bruce's heart skipped a beat at the thought of the Joker touching you He knew in his heart that the Joker was taunting him, trying to provoke an emotional reaction

But the thought that he could ever touch you, even out of revenge, sent a wave of pure, unadulterated rage through Bruce's body

It was enough to push him over the edge that he barely had control over and Bruce was always the calm and rational one, but that rule was being tested now

"You might as well have signed a death wish if you even think about it." - Bruce shouted aggressively, his expression darkening with rage

He could barely control himself, his anger growing with each word as The Joker's twisted smile only seemed to grow wider as he saw the extent to which he had driven Bruce.

"Touching her, hurting her, or even thinking about her in a bad scenario, you will be facing the darkest days of your life." - Bruce continued, his voice getting colder and angrier

"Oh please listen" - The joker begged gently - "I was meaning making her mine not hurting"

Bruce suddenly stopped and realized that the Joker's words hadn't been about harming you but about making you his own

The thought of the Joker taking you away from him, using you as his twisted plaything, was even worse than if he had threatened to hurt you and Bruce couldn't let that happen, he couldn't allow the Joker to take you from him

He stepped closer, his grip on the clown tightening, his fury growing

"That's so worse" - he whispered coldly and angrily

"Why?" - The joker asked him calmly acting like a fool again as licking his lips by his tongue

But suddenly Bruce had enough and punched the joker making James Gordon and his teammates shocked from everything started turning into something else

James Gordon tried to get inside the room but Bruce put a chair against the door making it so hard to open the door

The Joker didn't even flinch at the punch, seeming to find the sudden burst of rage hilarious He was enjoying himself, savoring Bruce's rage and watching his opponent lose control

But the Joker knew Bruce was getting dangerously close to the edge, and he finally decided to act

“Enough” - he screaming angrily and firmly, as he effortlessly moved the chair aside, blocking the door open like nothing

“She may be yours, but you sure as hell cannot control her like a possession” - the Joker mocked him

The Joker's words cut deep

Bruce couldn't deny that you was your own person, with your own desires and choices. And if you desired the Joker in more ways than one, there wasn't much he could do about it

"But she wouldn't" - he said defensively, wanting to deny the possibility

"She wouldn't fall for someone like you, someone twisted and manipulative," - Bruce continued hastily, wanting to defend you and his faith in you

The Joker's words pierced straight to Bruce's heart

It was his deepest fear, and he had never allowed himself to express it or even admit it

But in that moment, the Joker could see the fear beneath the surface, the insecurity that Bruce had kept buried inside

"What if she will stop loving you? What will you do then?" - The Joker mocked him, enjoying the sight of seeing him doubt himself and his trust in you

Bruce had never expected the Joker to attack him where he was most vulnerable: his relationship with you

And now, the joker had successfully sowed a small seed of doubt into Bruce's mind and exposed an underlying insecurity he had been suppressing

James Gordon and his teammates knew just how deep this struck Bruce because they knew him so well

They were aware of his fear of losing you, and now, the joker had exploited it ruthlessly

Because they know the soul of Bruce..

Bruces' anger was boiling over in a sudden surge, a flurry of emotions and thoughts running rampant through his head

His heart broke when he considered the possibility of losing you, of someone else having you...and the Joker saw just how deep it cut him

Anger filled every inch of his being, so intense that it threatened to rip him apart from the inside out as This rage was so powerful that it almost overwhelmed Bruce, sending him into a state of rage and hate that was pure animalistic

"Shut up" - Bruce shouted angrily making the joker eyes widen

Bruce's rage was unstoppable

His screams angrily, his voice growing muffled and distorted through the mask, filled with pure rage This wasn't the calm and composed Bruce Wayne that was accustomed to facing off against the joker

This was primal, primitive fury that was almost out of his control

The joker was pushing him further and further, feeding him anger with each word of twisted mockery, pushing him further and further into his rage

"You won't take her from me," - he shouted, his voice cracking with emotion and rage

And suddenly The joker took blow after blow as Bruce let out his fury on his opponent, his fists flying wildly and mercilessly

Bruce didn't care about the consequences, he didn't care about getting hurt

His only concern was getting to the joker. He was filled with such a blind rage that he was driven to a state of animalistic aggression where nothing could stop him

He threw punch after punch, each hit fueled by immense anger, raw emotion, and the desperate desire to protect you

James Gordon and his teammates watched with bated breath, wanting to step in but not knowing if it would be a good idea right now

James Gordon and his team kept a close eye on the clock, knowing that it was almost time for you to arrive at the station

James knew they could not just stand by and let the situation escalate, but at the same time, they did not want to disrupt a dangerous confrontation

As the minutes passed, the tension in the room grew, and everyone was filled with an overwhelming sense of anxiety

No one knew what was going to happen, but the Joker was clearly enjoying the drama he had created and seemed eager to see how things played out

And suddenly you opened the door..

You entered because Bruce had asked you before to come but you never thought when you enter you will just seeing him trying to kill the joker like a beast

"Bat what are you doing" - You shouted as running to him trying to stop everything happening right now

Bruce heard your voice, causing him to freeze in his tracks as he felt your embrace, which stopped him from his intense assault on the joker

The joker watched with interest and amusement as Bruce finally stopped his fury and was finally pulled by your love

The Joker knew that this moment was important for the future of all three of them: Bruce, You, and himself

Bruce was still consumed with rage but he finally froze when he felt the warmth from her embrace

"Baby you shouldn't stopping me" - Bruce whispered softly but sadly

"Please calm down" - you explained calmly as rubbing his arms - "remember your rule about not killing any criminals no matter what"

"This bastard deserves to die" - Bruce shouted angrily as his rage overrode any logical thoughts, any self-control

It's made The joker just kept on grinning, amused by the display of rage and jealousy that was so rare coming from Bruce

The clown saw the struggle that was taking place between you and Bruce, between logic and emotion, between reason and his heart

"Oh, I'm sure he'll be just fine" - the Joker mocked in response to your words, taunting Bruce even more

"Please tell me what happened" - you asked him calmly and worriedly about him

"This bastard tried to take you from me" - Bruce replied to you harshly, still caught up in his rage and jealousy

The joker's grin remained in place, mocking, taunting, enjoying the tension and struggle between the both of you But he had also succeeded in sewing doubt and insecurity into Bruce's mind, pushing right to the breaking point

It's clear that your presence had only added to the problem, causing Bruce's rage to boil even further because he doesn't want you now to be here and let the joker eyes get you

"Listen" - You whispered as cupped his masked face - "you know him..he doesn't love anyone"

Bruce wanted to believe you and actually he needed to believe you

The truth was that he was afraid that the joker might have been right, that you might leave him for the Joker and The idea of losing you made him feel like he couldn't breathe

The way you was holding his face, looking into his eyes, you was bringing him back from the edge.

But the doubts were still there, the seeds of insecurity planted by the joker and now taking root in his mind

"Bruce he killed your parents don't you think he can kill you too by few lies" - you whispered as looking into his eyes

He listened to your words, his heart still racing but now calming somewhat

You made a good point about the joker being just and evil and a killer, able to kill with a few simple words But the fear and doubt had still taken hold in his mind

What if you is falling under the Jokers spell What if the joker is twisting the truth?

The possibility of losing you terrified Bruce so much

"But what if you" - he whispered softly trying to continue talking but you cut him off

"No" - you cut him calmly as put your finger on his lips- "Before meeting you i didn't choose the joker because i don't want him"

"Same thing after being with you Bruce I'm not just your girlfriend or your future wife" - you continue - "I'm your sidekick and i will never choose villain or someone killed your parents"

Bruce's face softened at your loving words He knew you was right, no matter what the joker had thrown at him, you still chose him.

You still stood by his side, never wavering

His fears might have been planted in his head, but his heart had not wavered. You was his and he was yours in every way

You was his love, his soulmate, and his everything you never failed to fill his heart with pure joy and love

Finally Bruce had let go of the intense rage that had consumed him

He hugged you back tightly, enjoying your touch and feeling your warmth against his body.

There was no more doubt, no more fear, and no more jealousy It was just the two of you finally reunited in peace, love, and trust

The joker was surprised by this sudden shift in mood He had expected Bruce to stay in his rage and continue attacking him

But the Joker's plans were thwarted and his scheme failed because you came in the perfect time

"What the fuck" - the joker asked the both of you mockingly but angrily - "come on get mad again'

"Shut Up clown" - Bruce replied calmly but with a coldness that seemed to radiate off of him

The joker smiled at him in amusement He could see that he had pushed the right buttons in the past, but his time of tormenting the Bat was over

Bruce was done with the madness, the anger, the jealousy, and the manipulation. And he wasn't going back to that place

"I have realized something" - Bruce replied firmly in a surprisingly calm tone - "you can lie and manipulate, but my heart can not be fooled.

The Joker was taken aback by his calmness and confidence, a sharp contrast to his explosive rage just moments before

"You can try to mess with my mind as much as you want, but it won't work" - Bruce continued, his voice still firm but without the rage that only moments earlier had defined him

"With all my regards" - you explained politely as smiling cutely showing your white teeth

And then you just kicked the joker off on his face it's made Bruce was taken aback but couldn't help but smile at your sudden attack

The joker had always been able to provoke Bruce into a rage, with one comment here and a smirk there, but you as his girlfriend had just turned the tables

Your kick had been so sudden and unexpected that it caught the Joker off-guard as The joker stumbled backwards as her kick hit, and he cursed aloud in frustration and anger

Yes you was too kind and beautiful to made everyone falling in love with you and Bruce was the one who loved you more then anything or anyone else

Everyone can fall in love with you but Bruce own you because even good people like him love you

And even bad people like the joker can too but the joker type was..

Wrong Person

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gotham25052 · 1 month ago

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Dark Waters Part 8

As the social fabric of Gotham begins to fray and the Joker's intrusion into her life escalates, Anna struggles to maintain control. But is she threatened by the Joker or by something within herself?

Contents: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9

-------18+ Only Minors Do Not Interact-------

Overall fic warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit violent content

Chapter warnings: 18+, NSFW, blood, violence, sexual content

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Author's note: Uh oh…

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I think everyone reading is well aware, but I do just want to mention the obvious, that this is a fictional, fantasy story, with the spotlight on two very flawed characters. If you find some kind of wormhole or magic passageway to the fictional world of Gotham and find the Joker there, do whatever you want! But in this world, no level of violence is ok in a relationship. So that's just my little reality check. I'm sure you don't need to hear it, but I'm just making sure.

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Now, let's go through the wardrobe and get back to the story. :)

(I am changing it up a little this week and sharing a very short chapter, compared to the usual overwhelmingly long one, lol).

The Joker came to see Annie often now. Sometimes he came and took her immediately, entering the apartment and bringing her into his embrace so quickly she could feel the cool night air clinging to his purple jacket. At other times he would come in, eat whatever he found on the counter, and talk to her about something he'd seen that day, or lightly interrogate her about her experiences in Gotham.

Sooner or later, they always ended up in each other's arms. He seemed to study her, learning every little reaction from the surfaces of her body. His attention was an unusual luxury, a precious thing that she treasured. But as a person used to finding protection in hiding from the outside world, she was also a little unnerved by his level of understanding of her thoughts and desires.

He was more difficult to understand - so much of him was hidden from her. But anything she noticed that made him call out or catch his breath, she would remember it for him. There was always the possibility he was leading her in the wrong direction on purpose, with his gift for deceit, but generally she felt that he was very straightforward with physical intimacy, almost as if it made more sense to him than other everyday interactions. Maybe because it was more direct, more genuine, more natural.

As the time passed, Annie seemed to adjust to her new reality, balancing out some of the habits of her old self and the newfound freedom she felt when she was with him. He was able to coax her into speaking more often, and she took on the daily tasks that were required to provide life's necessities.

After their first nights together, he had quickly overhauled her limited wardrobe. He must have waited until she was sleeping and then removed every scrap of clothing from her closet. In their place in the morning she found a hodgepodge collection of short skirts, heels, and strappy things - halter tops and backless shirts. Her new underwear seemed to provide decoration more than concealment. Though he wouldn't tell her anything about it, she strongly suspected that his friend Genevieve was somehow behind the choice of clothes. Annie was really quite lost with it all but obediently wore whatever she found there. She had her jacket for going outside, so it didn't matter too much to her what she wore inside. And he seemed to delight in it, finding a hundred ways to take the scant clothing off of her when he visited.

On the day it happened, he walked into the apartment with a distracted look and drew out his knife, alarming her. He extended his arm into the air and then brought the knife down into the cheap countertop, puncturing the poorly made plastic laminate. The force of it caused his hand to slide down the blade, giving him a terrible cut over his palm. He didn't cry out but simply pulled up his arm and looked at the blood oozing from the wound, until she brought a towel and wrapped it around his hand.

She had a hard time staying calm and figuring out what to say, but she finally came out with a shaky "What happened?" as she held the towel firmly over the cut. He looked up at her and then dug into his pocket, bringing out a roughly torn piece of newspaper. She unfolded it as best she could with her free hand and read through the beginning of the article.

The Gotham Gazette Vol LXVIII, No. 23

Mayor Harvey Dent finally scored a victory against the infamous Joker today when the largest arms seizure in Gotham history resulted in the confiscation of six freight cars worth of weapons this morning. Everything from ordinary pistols to military-grade weapons and grenades were found.

Since the food crisis and supply chain disruptions, a nationwide shortage of weapons has been an issue for police and criminals alike, so this large-scale seizure puts the odds back in favor of the Gotham authorities…

She sat by him that evening, making sure his hand stopped bleeding and quietly comforting him, knowing it must have been a devastating blow by his unusual silence. Secretly she hoped that fewer weapons might mean less violence - his obsession with fighting the authorities and tearing down the rules of society was not a passion she shared. But in a world where the backbone of the community - the police, the government, and the law - had largely abandoned her, she didn't feel any sense of guilt or a moral dilemma in comforting him after his loss. This was something about her conservative rural upbringing that did stay with her. The focus on one's own family and the disregard for the outside world, for good or for ill, made her well-suited to be the Joker's companion. Although the hesitation of the women of her isolated community to question the men's actions had often infuriated Annie when she was growing up, that habit had also ingrained itself into her personality and probably contributed to her acceptance of his position as the head of Gotham's criminal empire.

The next day they were on the bed and he was absentmindedly stroking her cheek with his fingertips. She moved to get up and he pulled her back immediately, returning her to exactly the same position, and he continued his repetitive caress. She was probably wise to decide to simply stay where he placed her. He did this more and more often after the weapons raid, seemingly distracted, his eyes focused far away. Sometimes while he was sleeping she washed his shirt and pants by hand, hanging them up to dry in the shower, to maintain some level of cleanliness, as he seemed to be letting himself go much more than usual. But his energy and passion for Annie, if anything, grew stronger, and it felt like he must be escaping from the frustrations of his days in her embrace.

Now he entered the apartment like any other day, but she soon noticed that something was off. He was preoccupied, agitated. He hung up the purple jacket and took off the gloves deliberately, with much more care than usual. She wondered if there was some new development in the shortage of firearms. She had heard his men talking in low voices about their growing weakness in the face of the police and the rival gangs of Gotham.

But when he walked toward her with his jaw clenched and his mouth curved into a subtle smile, she knew that it must be about her.

"It turns out that my kitten has been very bad," he began ominously. "I found out she wasn't the only one who wanted to leave her Church. There were others, but they didn't get out. Kitten did. She left them all behind without a backward glance." He said it in a sing-song voice that contrasted with his menacing expression. "How did she do that?" He wagged his finger at her, a half smile raising one side of his messily painted mouth.

"You know, it's so unusual for someone to be able to escape from the Church. And a woman leaving, no one ever heard of it before you, Annie."

As soon as he had mentioned her past, she stood unmoving, not appearing to even breath. She just stared at him with wide eyes. "I was suspicious early on, when you first told me about it, and I sent one of my men up there to your little town to investigate you. I almost forgot about it, but he got back to me today."

He came closer, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. "I can't find anything else out about you and your deal. It looks like all the officers and lawyers who worked with you ran away or seem to have been assassinated by your little organization up there," he said, tilting his head to look at her with a sidelong stare.

"I have a theory. I think maybe she spread her sweet little legs for that upstate DA." He put his knee between her legs suddenly, forcing them apart, almost making her fall. "Why don't you tell me about it?" He paused, regarding her terrified face.

"I don't mind, you know. You understand what it takes to survive. I respect that. He was a young man - but maybe not as pretty as Mayor Dent, hmm? Was he a nice lay?"

When he was met with only silence again, he moved over to hiss into her ear, "Tell me about it."

Her mind was racing. She wanted to forget all about that time, and to have him bring it up now brought back her pain, her guilt after taking the deal and leaving the others trapped there.

"Yes, he was a nice lay," she said, the words feeling foreign in her mouth.

He had been running a hand through his disheveled hair but paused immediately when he heard her words. There was a shift in the room. She felt like a hiding animal whose camouflage had suddenly disappeared.

"He was a nice lay? Oh kitten, you're lying," he said, rolling the words slowly in his mouth so they fell with a deadly weight.

He nodded his head, stepping back and surveying her with his merciless eyes. He drew his arm back and slapped her, hard. She hadn't had time to shield herself, and the blow landed squarely on the side of her face. The sound of it echoed in the sparse room. She collapsed to the floor, holding her mouth and tasting blood.

He took a step toward her and grabbed her hair, intertwining it messily in his fingers and using it to pull her to her feet. She cried out from the sudden pain. She still had her eyes closed, trying to keep her head from spinning after the sudden impact of the slap, when she heard the sound of the blade extending from the knife. Her eyes snapped open and her focus stayed on it as he dragged the flat of the cold metal blade lightly over her shoulder and settled the sharp point in the hollow where her neck met her chest.

"Your heart is beating so fast, kitten - I can see it here."

He had miscalculated if he thought a threat of force like the knife was something that would make her share her secret. But maybe he wasn't threatening her as much as he just wanted to see the sharp blade on the soft skin of her neck. Maybe he didn't really know what he wanted at that moment.

In the flurry of thoughts running through her mind, she suddenly realized that holding something away from him like this gave her a rush of pleasure. He knew everything about her: how she thought, the dynamics of her body, what every touch would do to her. But here was something he didn't know.

He used his grip on her hair to tilt her head up to face him. A slow smile formed on her lips. She had some scrap of her life that was hidden - it seemed to give her a small amount of control, and that little bit was intoxicating to her.

"I thought I just found a little fallen angel there on the ballroom floor, but you're much more than that, aren't you?" he said, regarding her strange smile and the remoteness of her icy stare. "I should have known, with the way you looked at me. Those sparkling eyes. You couldn't stop looking at me, could you?"

He retracted the knife and turned his hand to let it drop to the floor. Holding her head steady with his grip on her hair, he pressed his lips to hers. The movement of his tongue mingled with the blood in her mouth in a luxurious warmth as she returned his kiss. Her dizziness after the jolting slap only made it more mesmerizing - she felt she was floating. He drug his hand around her hips to the front of her thighs and pushed up the short skirt she was wearing.

The shock of what had happened made her feel unsteady, but her body adapted to him, listened to him.

"Ok, I'll let you keep your secrets, kitten," he murmured in her ear. She leaned on him for support and he held her securely.

"I'm feeling so generous today," he said, a lustful tremor beginning to show itself in his voice. He let go of her hair and she heard the gentle ting of his belt buckle hitting the long watch chain. He brought his hands behind her and pulled her close.

Author's note: [spoilers!] Don't be mad! Forgive me, remember he is the Joker. You have to give him a little bit of a break, Dent took away all his toys.

It is probably a little bit messed up that if I could ask Heath Ledger's Joker to say any of the lines of the story so far, it would be "Oh kitten, you're lying." :)

This is fanfic, so of course I don't own any characters from The Dark Knight (Joker, Batman, etc.). The main female character is original.

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