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tinhuvielartanis) wrote2009-05-20 04:16 pm
The Final Date, part 2
“Oh, c’mon, you know I had to! How else could we have fun tonight if I’d let you kill me O those many years ago? And why didn’t you ever call?” Annie disconnected herself from Roxy and walked over to the Joker, wrapping an arm around his neck.
“Well, like I said, that whole Bruce Lee in Goth gear sorta made me hesitate. How – why did you learn Kung Fu?”
“Darth Maul, baby, Darth Maul! When I saw that butterfly kick in the Duel of the Fates, I knew I had to learn that. I had a friend who just happened to be a Sifu in Tiger Claw Kung Fu. He taught me for free.”
“All because of Star Wars?” the Joker said incredulously, clicking his tongue.
“J, do you not have any concept of what the power of fandom can do? I’m a fan of yours, you know. I seem to remember doing you really quite well.”
Roxy laughed at this. The music had switched from “Tainted Love” to “Under the Milky Way” by the Church. “I love this song. Please, Joker, dance with me. I promise not to kick your ass afterward.”
Roxy pulled the Joker away from Annie, who smiled as she watched her lover and her friend sway gently to the psychedelic lullaby. The Joker relaxed a little and began to sing quietly along with Steve Kilbey.
“Wish I knew what you were looking for, might have known what you would find. Wish I knew what you were looking for, might have known what you would find. And it’s something quite peculiar, something that’s shimmering and white. Leads you here despite your destination…under the Milky Way tonight.”
Roxy smiled at him, her luminous blue eyes glimmering in the low light of the Joker’s bed room. “I missed you so much,” she whispered before leaning forward and up just a little to kiss the Joker fully on his red lips. Her lips melted into his seamlessly and their tongues met at the perfect moment. The Joker felt himself beginning to harden in response to the sultriest kiss he’d ever shared with anyone. Roxy didn’t just kiss him, she sexually explored him with her lips and tongue. Not one crevice of his scarred lips was left untouched by Roxy.
Clothes began to be peeled away as Annie watched with growing fascination, her Inner Voyeur revving into high gear. The Joker was kicking his shoes off while Roxy straddled him and loosened his electric blue tie and unbuttoned his pale green Paisley shirt. He looked over Roxy’s shoulder at Annie and clicked his tongue with reproach. “What do you think you’re doing over there, beautifulll? Get yourrr sweet deadly ass over here and help Roxy with all these buttonssss.”
Annie chuckled and sauntered over, landing on her knees and walking slowly across the rumpled mess of the Joker’s bed to reach the two of them. She placed her hand on Roxy’s copious chocolate hair, entwining it in her tiny fingers. Roxy turned her head with Annie’s prompting, and their lips met, much to the Joker’s shock. He couldn’t say anything. He just watched in incredulity. When their kiss ended, Roxy turned back to the Joker and laughed at the look on his face.
“What, surprised that Annie and I are such good friends? After I found her at Spinning Vinyl, we had to comfort each other somehow after being snubbed by our favourite Clown Prince. What’d you expect?”
“Well, not this,” the Joker replied, truly in shock. “But, if my absence can inspirrre such lovely debauchery, I’m glad-d I stayed away.”
Annie laughed and kissed Roxy again before turning her attention to the partially clothed psychotic clown at her fish-netted knees. “You really should have called, J. We both know you have….issues….with people, and rightfully so!” Annie hurriedly added. “But, despite the bad press and against our better judgment, Roxy and I truly are your friends. We’d never give you away or endanger your plans, or lack thereof, for future acts of mayhem, your being the agent of Chaos that you are. Roxy is a total misanthrope and I’m into Chaos Magick, so we’re virtually soldiers in your cause.”
“You, ah,” the Joker said in between brief kisses from Roxy. “You could never be one of my, ah, henchmen.”
This made Annie laugh even harder. “We don’t want to be your henchmen, J! We just want to be your friends, isn’t that right, Roxy?”
“Hm-mm,” Roxy hummed in affirmation as she once again savoured the taste of the Joker’s twisted lips. The Joker remembered now one of the reasons why he spared this one. Her kisses were like poetry made manifest. One of Roxy’s kisses could make you cum without ever being touched. She made the Joker feel not just dashing, but beautiful. Somehow, some way, the rest of their clothes were shed and the singular wonder of flesh on flesh presented its boundless potential. Before he even thought of what he was doing, the Joker lifted Roxy by the waist and placed her firmly on his raging cock. Roxy was already soaking wet so he slid into her without any trouble at all. They both groaned with the spontaneous joyousness of it.
Roxy didn’t move. She merely sat on the Joker, relishing the feel of him inside her once again. She could feel his heartbeat in his cock, hammering out a slow and determined rhythm against her warm walls, in time with the song being played on J’s treasured iPod. She heard Annie singing along to it, as she took one of Roxy’s hands, her other grasping one of the Joker’s hands. “I, I can hear you laughing. You’re a million miles away or you’re here. I, I will never leave you. I’m a million miles away or I’m near. I, I’m the thoughts you’re thinking, but you’re a lifetime away from your home or you’re here…”
The Joker grew impatient and wriggled underneath Roxy’s weight, but she stilled him with her free hand on his scarred chest. “Sh, J. Let the feeling build.” The Joker was amused by Roxy’s words as he’d said much the same thing to a previous date. He took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Roxy felt his cock’s heartbeat ease to slower than the song Annie sang. She counted to a hundred before easing up the length of the Joker’s penis. As she did, the Joker took his free hand and clutched onto Roxy’s heavy breast, kneading it roughly and hungrily.
“Bend down, Roxy. I want to suck you.”
He didn’t have to say it twice. Roxy brought her hips down hard to encompass the Joker again at the same time she bent over to offer up her nipples to his mouth. He took her left nipple in, sucking gently at first, then more insistently. He saw movement beside him and found Annie’s head next to his, her mouth attached to Roxy’s other breast. Compared to Roxy’s Earth Mother stature, Annie looked like a tiny thing, appearing to barely able to handle the ample breast she expertly devoured now, giving the Joker a run for his money. Roxy literally purred as she began slowly rocking back and forth against the Joker, grinding her pubic bone on him with each deliberately slow thrust.
The Joker hugged Annie tightly to him as he felt his orgasm begin to build. It wasn’t taking much; Roxy’s kisses had him half way there before their clothes were even off. But Roxy maintained her deliberate onslaught on the Joker’s cock, moving slowly up his shaft, then slamming her hips back down. He couldn’t take it anymore. Detaching his mouth from Roxy’s breast, the Joker gulped for air and cried out in full body rapture, but his vocal exultation was muted by Annie, who covered his mouth with her own. She kissed him with a mad enthusiasm, sucking on the Joker’s serpentine tongue and swallowing his orgasmic outcry as Roxy lifted herself off his still-twitching member and lay down between his legs. Semen was still pouring out of the tip of his cock when Roxy took him in her mouth and sucked as hard as she could. He was hypersensitive at that sublime moment and felt a second surge force itself from the root of his penis, deep inside his body. Another cry was elicited from him and instantly devoured by Annie. These women were eating him alive and he wanted them to. He would have gladly died right then, but the Joker lived on and was glad for it, for Annie and Roxy were just beginning with their lover and friend. Roxy eased up on the Joker, gently rolling the head of his softening cock on her tongue, deftly avoiding the sensitive underside until he could recover for a little while.
In the meantime, Annie continued to kiss her pretty J, letting her tongue play along the edges of his scars and tease his lips and tongue. She laughed with delight into his mouth and she tasted of peppermint and cloves to him. With Annie, it was all about taste as opposed to Roxy, whose aroma enveloped the Joker in a swirl of Nag Champa and fresh, dark Earth. Roxy was a true Hippie, unlike that little twit Springtime, may she rest in pieces. Pretty soon, the Joker and Annie were licking each other more than kissing, as though they were frantic to taste every inch of the other’s mouth, face, and throat before it was too late.
Annie moved suddenly and straddled the Joker’s neck, easing her bare cut onto his face like a tiny goddess blessing her bridegroom. The Joker extended his eager tongue to meet her half way, starting at her opening and licking with the flat of his tongue all the way up to her clit, then swirling his tongue up and around her mons. He christened every fold of her pussy, kissing her lips and licking the tissue that connected her trembling thighs to her sexual center. Before he knew it, he wasn’t sure where his bathing ended and her arousal began. One thing the Joker did know was that his own arousal had been blossoming in Roxy’s able mouth. She had patiently cajoled his penis into reawakening and he found himself lazily thrusting his partially erect member, bumping the back of Roxy’s throat.
There came a squeal, louder than the song playing on the iPod, and Annie came with abandon, drenching the Joker’s face in what could only be female ejaculation. Oh, and she tasted wonderful, like the Earth at Midsummer, like the depths of the ocean. And the Joker rode that wave, drinking like a man emerging from the desert. Annie was all over the place, lost in a full-body orgasm, so the Joker clamped his hands on her little waist and held her fast, slowly licking her from bottom to top. This kept her going beyond the point of physical sanity. Annie began to pull at her spiky black hair and scream, her knees thudding on each side of the Joker’s head. In between rhythmic strokes of his tongue, the Joker took a second to smirk with self-satisfaction. He was good and he knew it.
And he was good and hard again, too. His world smelled of nothing but pure sex now. The Joker wanted to rut, wanted to fuck, and he had two beautiful women at his spindly fingertips with whom to play for as long as it lasted. He released Annie, but only long enough to move away from Roxy and her delightful mouth. They all sat up on the bed, the two girls across from the Joker, who absently fondled his balls as he gazed at them both, his eyes all the more piercing for the kohl that surrounded them.
“Ladieeees…” he breathed at them, licking his lips. “Let’s raise the barrr, so to speak-k. Now, Roxy herrre has not yet come. I’ve come twice and I’m ready to go again. And, Annie, you came god knows how many times. You’re probably too sensitive to be touched right yet-t. But-t…like I said, I’m ready to go again and Roxy is probableee feeling a tad-d left-t out-t. Hmm?”
The Joker nodded at them and they nodded back. “So, what I’d like to do is watch you,” and he pointed at Annie, “pleasure herrrr. Do you think you could do that? Do you?”
“We’ve done it many times before,” Roxy pointed out, cutting her large blue eyes to Annie, who just smiled. “I think we can pull it off again, don’t you, Annie?”
“Yeah, but what are you gonna be doing J.”
“Oh, I’ll watch until I think I’m needed.” The Joker bobbled his head and almost sneered with his self-satisfaction. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep myself amused-d in the event you girls need some male influence. Roxy did a fine job on me, so I’m sure I’ll jump in event-tualleee.”
The Joker leaned back against the headboard, resting his olive head against his left arm as he continued to fondle himself with his right hand. The expression on his face was one of complete boorishness, which served only to amuse Annie and Roxy. It was as if he could do no wrong until, of course, he had to kill them both. Annie could think there was a friendship all she wanted, but the Joker had no friends. He had no need of them. He had henchmen and victims, and the two often overlapped. Roxy and Annie were the exceptions to this nonexistent rule of the Joker’s, but that didn’t make them friends. The Joker almost missed the beginning of his “friends’” lovemaking because of his musing about the aberrations that Roxy and Annie were in his life. He’d enjoy them tonight and dispense with them both by dawn.
For now, though, the Joker kicked back and enjoyed the show. Annie lay her tiny body down the length of Roxy’s taller frame. She cradled Roxy’s face in her hands and began to kiss her lovingly on the mouth. There was something sublime about women kissing. Their combined gentleness manifested the goddess within them. It was beautiful and magical. The Joker saw this on an intellectual basis, but his baser instincts drove him as they always did so, the more the two girls kissed, the harder and hornier he got.
Before he knew it, he was back into the fray with his ladies, and they played into the wee hours of the morning, exploring every possible position, combination, and orifice. Annie even managed to whip up a makeshift strap-on, using a taper, her thong, and some of the tape the Joker had used earlier to make his hand fan. The Joker roared his approval at her special attention in this particular arena as he frantically devoured Roxy. Although he preferred women, the Joker was not averse to the kind of sensation that only a brother can provide, but Annie did an incredible job with the tools afforded her. The three of them had an amazing time with each other, indulging in every whim of the sexual imagination.
A stillness came upon them finally, when there was nothing they hadn’t done or at least tried to do with one another. The Joker lay between Annie and Roxy, cradling the girls in the crooks of his arms. It seemed like nothing else was left to do but tell them a bedtime story and bid them “goodnight,” when the Joker’s iPod pulled another technological psychic stunt and began to play “Stuck in the Middle with You” by Stealers Wheel.
“This song always reminds me of Baker Street,” Roxy crooned quietly. “That Gerry Rafferty…what a beautiful voice.”
“It always reminds me of Mr. Blonde,” Annie replied, and Roxy shuddered at the thought of the scene to which Annie referred. More silence followed as the three of them listened to the song and enjoyed their communal afterglow.
When the song came and went, and was replaced with “Cruel” by Thomas Dolby, Annie turned in the Joker’s arm to face him, frowning. “And why are you scowling at me, my praline?” he asked her, his voice a wry burr that floated in the air above the lovers.
“Well, thinking about what Mr. Blonde does to the cop during that whole Stealers Wheel scene reminds me of a bone Roxy and I have wanted to pick with you.”
The Joker rolled his eyes in her direction, his faded red lips forming a questioning O. When he felt Roxy turn over to face him as well, he cut his eyes back to her. “Wellll?”
“Well,” Roxy began. “It would seem that Annie and I have conflicting scar stories. Which one is the right one?”
“The one you’ll hear tonight. But, Mushroom, do you really wanna know how I got these scars?”
“Yes,” Roxy and Annie said in unison.
The Joker heard some noise downstairs, but dismissed it as the goon who won the driving contest after cleaning up Ned Kelly. He supposed he’d see which idiot he’d have to deal with after his girls were gone and required positioning at the penthouse in which Bruce Wayne currently lurked like a wounded jackal. His bed was riddled with hidden stabbities with which to dispense his pretties when the time came but, for now, the Joker hugged them closer to him as he prepared to tell them about his Glasgow Smile.
“I had just begun my illustriousss careerrr in crime, learning the ins and outs of how to properly rob places like conveeenience stores and gas stations. At the time, I had a mentorrr by the name of Jack Napierrr. The man had some mild facial deforrrmitieees thanks to a freak accident at a chemical plant that not only fucked up his face, it also perrr-man-nent-leee fucked up his psyche. The man was a loon, hopelessleee demented. But he was smart. Not just smart, but wily. And, when you’re a criminal, being wily is of great import-t.
“One day, our gang decided to pull a bank heist and Jack mapped out the whole plan. The five of us successfulleee stole $500,000.00 that day, but not completely because of Jack’s plan. You see, he’d made a mistake in the lay-out of the bank vaults which could have very probably gotten us all trapped by the authoritieees while we collected the cash. But I had secretly altered Jack’s plan, correcting his mistake. To me, this heist was my graduation from small-time larceny to true criminal superioriteee. I was quite proud of myself.
“Jack was not-t. Even though we were rolling in money and the cops had no idea who or where we werrre, Jack was frankleee pissed off that ‘the lit-tle up-start-t’ took it upon myself to alter his plan without his permissionnn. So, he had his henchmen, my friends, hold me down. Taking a knife, Jack said, ‘So you want to be the leader, eh, little man? If yerrr gonna be the leader, you may as well resembull him.’ Aaaaand Jack proceeded to perform surgery on my face, creating what-t you see now. He sliced me as jaggedlee as he could and then he sewed me up-p. Keeping me locked away, Jack made certain I healed poorly, laughing at the infections I suffered through, and relishing in my misereee. My fellow gang members did nothing to help me. Instead-d, they made certain there was no way I could escape and a couple of them actualleee joined in on Jack’s fun, giving me foods that they knew would burn me if I tried to eat-t.
“One night, though, I managed to escape the cell Jack kept me in, in the basement of our house. And that was the end of Jack Napier and his little crew. I skinned my mentorrr alive and gutted my so-called friends. It was messy work, but sooo gratifying. Afterward, I went into the bathroom to wash up. It was the firrrst time I’d seen myself since my surgereee. I was…surpriiised-d.
“Not thinking about the blood on my hands, I traced a finger along the jagged wound that was my new mouth and realized that I’d drawn a big, bloody smiiiile on my face. And so the Clown Prince was borrrn.”
As the Joker began to ease his hands toward the knives nestled in his bed clothes, he heard a ruckus on the first floor his building. That wasn’t his henchmen. It sounded more like a raiding party. It sounded like Commissioner Gordon had caught up with him again. The Joker surveyed his room, the windows and the proximity of the ground below. He’d installed knotted ropes outside the window, but there were only two. Still, though, there’d be plenty of time for him to kill the girls, get his pet and iPod, and be gone before the pigs ever made it to his room. But the Joker had a different idea. He was tired of the same old-same old, and it was obvious that Wayne was not going to come out and play, no matter how many dead things the Joker left on his doorstep. Maybe what the Joker needed was a vacation.
“J, what’s going on?” Annie asked, sitting up quickly, her perky breasts shuddering from her anxious breath.
“Sounds to me like the ‘authoritieees’ have found me again. At least this time I’m not-t dangling upside down by an ankle. That was just-t..humili-atiiiing. Now….listen to me both of you. You say you’re my friends? Here’s where you can prove it. There are two ropes outside the window there. Roxy, I want you to take Leopold and Annie, you take my iPod-d. Get dressed – chop-chop! Take the ropes down the building and make yourselves scarce.”
“What about you?” Roxy asked, tears pooling in her large eyes.
“Oh, I’ll be fine, Sweetlips. You just take care of Leopold until I’ve gotten tired of this new game I’m about to play. Sidney’s gone, so it’s up to you.”
The girls rushed to get their clothes on. Annie ran over and grabbed the iPod from its docking port, and collected the ear buds she’d sold to J when they first met. Annie gathered Leopold and slipped the little spiny ball he’d become into her pocket.
As the cops reached the final flight of steps, the girls were crawling out the window and grabbing onto the rope.
“Before we leave, J,” Annie said, pausing to take in her lovely Clown one last time. “Were you gonna try to kill us this time, after you finished your scar story?”
The Joker grinned devilishly. “I don’t try, Spike. I just do. Write me, now. You know the address at Arkham. I’ll be taking my holiday there. For some reason, these people think I’m cuh-razy. They don’t seem to realize that the whole world’s insane. All we can do is have a little fun as the madness raaages around-d us. Better go now. Keep my tunes and my hedgehog safe.”
“We love you, J,” Roxy said in that impossibly lovely voice of hers.
Their heads disappeared as they climbed to freedom just as the Joker’s bedroom door burst open and police in full riot gear poured in like locusts.
“FREEZE! DO NOT MOVE!”
“Puh-lease,” the Joker sneered, not bothering to hide his naked body, as he was comfortable in his skin. “I’m exhausted from a night of marathon sex with two lovely ladies. Do I look like a threat to you?”
The loud obnoxious cop moved in to cuff the Joker, who pulled a knife seemingly out of nowhere and placed it firmly in the man’s temple. All hell broke loose then and the Joker was thrown and pinned to the floor. He was shackled and draped with a sheet to be taken out to an armed car. He knew the drill. First, he’d be placed in solitary in the Wayne County Jail. He would then be transferred to Arkham Asylum again so that frightened psychoanalysts could peer at him through a small hole in the door. Or something like that. They’d try to pick his brain and decide whether or not he was fit to stand trial for the mayhem he’d visited upon Gotham. He’d enjoy the free food (even though it was pretty bland sometimes), the peaceful room and relatively comfy bed, and the company of a host of crazy people he could manipulate for his amusement. He wondered if Barney still worked at Arkham or if he got fired for letting down his guard, which allowed the Joker to escape the last time. Probably not. Maybe that buffoon of an attendant Steve was still there. The Joker was sure to have a bit of fun with Steve, who had the brain capacity of an earth worm.
Once the car door was closed and the Joker was trapped in the back seat of the armed police vehicle, the man in the passenger’s seat up front turned around to look at him.
“Well well well, Commissionerrrr, how nice to see you again. How’s the family?”
“You’re going away for a long time this time, you sorry sack of shit. People aren’t going to hear from you ever again, if I have my way.”
The Joker just smiled and licked his lips. “We’ll see.”
He’d been back in Arkham for a month and had gone through two psychiatrists already. They’d either quit or had gone mad from listening to the Joker’s infallible logic, and had either run off to spread the Good Word or had found themselves in their own little cell here in Gotham’s insane asylum. At least his antics had given him the “right” to reclaim his war paint. He could hear Vas in his head when applying it.
Here he was back in an interrogation room waiting for his new doctor. Roaming around the room the Joker explored every nook and cranny for anything remotely useful. One thing he had noticed was that this room was very different in one glaring respect: this room had a camera. The Joker didn’t just see a camera, he saw an opportunity. And, when the door to the room swung open to reveal his new doctor, he saw even more opportunity. It was that pretty intern he remembered seeing during his last brief visit. The lovely Dr. Harleen Quinzel.
And she got right down to business. She walked over and turned the camera on. “Doctor Quinzel overseeing patient number 4479 for rehabili – please, please don’t touch that. Ju-…over there. Go over there, please. And please take a seat.”
The Joker looked at the metal chair behind the table and rolled his eyes, but he did as she said because he wanted to keep this one.
“Okay, are you comfortable?” the doctor asked.
He thought about it for a minute, not really having to. Who the hell made chairs like this? People with no asses? He tried to move himself into a more comfortable position, but it wasn’t working. Shaking his head, the Joker simply said, “No.”
“If you could, please address the camera for these video sessions.”
Astounded at this new turn of events, the Joker let out a tentative, “Hmm?”
“Address the camera.”
Getting a little exasperated with the antiseptic doctor, the Joker decided to have a little fun and hark back to his Nurse Joker days and to the end of some of his war paint rituals when he’d look at the reflection staring back at him. He rolled his eyes to the little red light and said, “Hiiiiii…”
“Please state your name for the record.”
Oh, that was ripe. “Why would I suddenly state that now, Harleen?”
“I would like to keep this completely professional. Please address me as Dr. Quinzel.”
He swore if he’d had a knife, or anything really, a thumb tack would do, he’d have killed Dr. Quinzel right then, but no… Something told him that his vacation here at Arkham was going to be a little more fun than he’d expected. He checked his anger and replied to her, really not realizing his words would come to haunt him.
“And you can address me…as Mister J.”
Theeee End-d
©Tracy Angelina Evans
Darth Shriek
20 May, 2009
In loving memory of Heath Ledger.