tinhuvielartanis | The Psychologist's Date part 2 (Reply)

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rancid_rainbow, a special disclaimer needs to go with this part of the story. She and I engaged in a word association exercise where she presented me with a word and I'd give her the first word that came to mind in response, which is how it works. She thought it would be amusing to throw Joker Blogs-associated words in my direction since she knew our exercise was going into the story exactly how we played it out in IM. I have an especially hard kick reserved just for her if I ever meet her face-to-face. First I'll hug her, then I'll kick her. That's the plan. That said, the word association you're about to read is, funnily, word for word. ::kick::

Also, don't go any further if sex and violence freak you out. What do you expect, though? This is, after all, a date night. Sheesh.

“Okay.” Liz wrote her first word down, then looked at the Joker. “Dagger.”

“Mind,” he said instantly. He had to have been joking. Or was he just a Star Trek fan? Liz was boggled, but she moved on, or at least tried. Her mind had gone blank.

The Joker sat up, leaning on one elbow and glowering at Liz from behind the kohl circles around his eyes. “What’s it gonna be, Pussywillow? You claim to know what makes me tick, so let’s see if you really do know. Give me worrrrds.”

Liz looked at her list and sighed. “Bear..”

“Rug.”

“Dog.”

“God.”

“Glass.”

“hmmm mirror.”

“Paint.”

“Mask.”

“Fork.”

“Youuuu…”

Liz found herself blushing at this response, but she moved on, trying not to think of the broad suggestion the Joker had just made. “The Story of a Starry Night” liquefied the air between them. “Blind.”

“Humaniteee.”

“Dead.”

“Everything…even-tua-leee.”

“Fire…”

“Inev-i-tabili-tee.” And, with that, the Joker sat up completely, staring at Liz without blinking. His eyes bored holes into her psyche, it seemed, and she was beginning to wonder who was being psychoanalysed here. “Keep it up, Doc. Call us butter because weee are on a roll….”

“Uhm…animal.”

“Attraction…” The Joker stood up and just dropped over, catching himself on the arms of Liz’s chair as he continued to study her with unabashed interest. “Your turrrn…”

Liz’s next word came out as almost a squeak as she stared up at her case study. “Preeah-uh-…predator?”

“Me! That would be me, Sugarspeck! You’ve got a tiger in your office, in an abandoned building at night-t and there’s nary a tranquilizer gun in sight. Oh my oh my! What are we to do? You got that flight or fight vibe going on yet, doctorrr, or are you just wanting to find out what it feels like to have a tiger’s teeth sink-k into the back of your neck as..he..takes you? What say, Safari Girl? Ever wanted to try a big cat on for siiiize?”

The roar of Liz’s own blood drowned out the sound of “Tuxedo Junction” playing in a separate time/space continuum. She watched in half horror, half fascination, as the Joker supported himself with his right hand as he pulled his purple glove off his left hand with his teeth. He then switched hands for support. When both gloves were off he brushed his crazy green mop out of eyes and flashed a feral grin as the hair fell right back down to where it rested. The Joker then cocked his head again, squinting at her for a quick second before moving his face right up to Liz’s. It was as though he were moving in slow motion as he extended his tongue and touched the tip to the tip of her nose. He then nipped at nose ever-so-lightly, just hard enough to let her know he was there, but not hard enough to hurt. He did the same to Liz’s lower lip, touching her with his tongue, then nipping here his tongue had touched. He did this to various points on Liz’s face, all to the beat of “Begin the Begine.”

At one point, Liz moved her hand up to ward him off. With one angry move, the Joker took both her arms and pinned them against the chair arms. “No….” was all he said, then he continued to mark her in this strange way. He left her eyes for last, having touched and nipped every inch of Liz’s face and throat. “Close your eyes, Petal…” When Liz didn’t, keeping her wide gaze on the Joker’s hypnotic face, his gaze darkened and he grabbed her by the scruff, pulling her even closer in to him. “Close…your…eyes…Pe-talll..”

It took every ounce of effort she had, but Liz closed her eyes. She felt his tongue touch one eyelid and then the other. But he didn’t nip her there. Instead, she felt his mouth on hers. The kiss was unbelievably tender. Not the kiss of a madman. No, it was the kiss of someone who liked to dance to Glenn Miller, or at least that’s how Liz fancied it. “Moonlight Serenade” was playing now and every nuance of the song was brought to life by the Joker’s warm kiss. As his kiss became more insistent, the Joker loosened his grasp of Liz’s arms. By the end of the song, Liz found her arms around the Joker’s neck as she was fully engaged in savouring his teeth and tongue. Whom she was kissing was just a distant idea. She was lost in the 40s with a dandy in a purple overcoat who knew how to Jitterbug and kiss and….god knew what else…. Liz had the feeling she was going to find out.

And that was the end of the Glenn Miller songs. The next song was something Liz had never heard before, but it sounded strangely religious. “What is this?” she murmured against the Joker’s mouth.

“Thaat…is ‘Veridis Quo’ by Daft Punk. They’re like me….they’re daft, they’re punks, and they make beeyootifull music. Don’t you think, Liz-baby? Yeah…thought you did,” he said without even waiting for an answer. The Joker stepped back and helped a very shaky Liz up from the chair, only to spin her dizzy until she fell onto the couch. “Oh, my, Dr. TV Analyst. Do you need a session of your own?”

Liz laughed at the joke. “My diagnoses really annoy you, don’t they?”

The Joker knelt down beside Liz and brushed her cheek with this knuckles. “Well, that all depends, now doesn’t it, Birdlet? Now that you’ve had me on your couch, what’s your assessment-t?”

“That you’re not nearly as crazy as you’d like people to believe,” Liz said dreamily, smiling at the Clown Prince of Crime.

“And now that I have you on the couch, it’s time for me to offer my own diagnosis,” the Joker half whispered, half hissed with laughter. “Here…turn over…yeah. Just. Like. That-t. Comfy? Here, let me brush your hair to one side. Yer gonna love this.”

“Love what? And what’s that music now?”

“Oh that? That’s ‘Teardrop’ by a band called Massive Attack. I like that name. A lot. You can understand why, Niblet. And this is what yer gonna love…” the Joker buzzed in Liz’s ear right before he bit the back of her neck hard, hard enough to draw blood.

Liz cried out in surprise, pain, and a kind of bizarre arousal as she felt him hold on to her, biting deeper with every tiny movement she made. He held her down with the bite, just like a wild cat, as he took a knife and easily sliced through her clothes, casting them to one side like garbage. And, before he began to shed his own clothing, the Joker stroked Liz’s hair as though to comfort her. She needed no comfort. She was in a strange zone where this ungodly pain was transformed into an almost angelic pleasure. She heard the rustling of fabric, then felt his hands on her, stroking her from the shoulders down to her her hips and thighs, but he never loosened the grip his jaws had on her neck until he had to move into a better position to access his prey.

She yelped just as loudly when he let go. He lay fully on Liz, licking away the blood and playing with her hair. “Now…my diagnosis is that you suffer from transference. You transfer allll you’re lit-tle….idiosyncracieees onto your hapless patients, making them just as sick as you are. When, in actuality, you are the only one that’s uhm…” and the Joker cleared his throat for effect “batshit crazy.

“You see, my little Rosehip, what you do is offer your expert opinion to the courtroom of the mob-b. They don’t care that you’re a bit of a quack, so long as you tell them what they want to hear. Now… You and I both know that I’m not really crazy. I’m just a tad…mad. But I see the world in a whole different light as the rest of you. It’s like being able to see a colour in the spectrum that doesn’t exist for everyone else because their eyes aren’t developed enough to grasp the concept. You’re smart enough to realise this about me, yet you’re stupid enough to surrender to mob rule and the promise of a hefty paycheck, so long as you give that twit-t Engel his nightly blowjob on camera.

“You tell Gotham every night just how homicidal I am, how vicious and devoid of emotion I am. But you’re really talking about yourself here. You’d give anything just to feel something…anything just once before you die. You’ve never even had an orgasm. The closest you come to…coming….is when you’re dancing at the retro parties every weekend. You never thought the retro party would be brought to you, now did you, Parsnip?

“I think that’s why you targeted me. You saw the threads and they got you off a little.” The Joker paused to lick away the blood that was surfacing again. Once he was satisfied the bleeding had slowed again, Joker continued. “You may have been a little scared when you saw me at first, but you were more excited than anything. I was your…Candyman. I always have been, now haven’t I?

“So here I am. Your Candyman. Did you look in the mirror and say my name five times? Is that why I’m here now? It doesn’t matterrr… What does matter is the fact that you have always lived your little life in fear and I just happened to fill a void that explained all that fearrr away. I became your boogie man and your Boogie Man, if you get what I’m saying. Then again….you may have no idea who KC and the Sunshine Band are, so neverrr mind.

“Suffice to say that I’m here to do whatever I can…be it early morning, late afternoon, or at Midnight! It’s never too soon.”

And with that, he entered her and bit into her her shoulder so deeply that his teeth met inside her flesh. And he relished in Liz’s true sobs of pain this time. This was how it should be. He didn’t let go this time and he moved inside Liz with an honest vengeance. He wanted to end his diagnosis with a true “fuck you.” The Joker believed he was achieving that in spades. He could feel Liz’s blood pouring over his lips and imagined it deepening the red that was already there. This was real war paint. The Joker could appreciate Liz’s sacrifice to the cause. And she tasted delightful, like a new penny! The thought of it excited the Joker and he moved harder against her, bathing in her pleasure and pain. But all of it paled compared to the moment Liz tensed beneath him and began to come for the first time in her life. It built and built, and it continued to build. Hers was a silent orgasm, and all the more powerful for it. There seemed to be no limit to her climax. It was as though her body was attempting to squeeze the very life out of him and, at this point, he gladly let her. The perpetuity of her climax drew him on, further and deeper into her body, until the Joker had no choice but to pour himself into her. And, still, Liz wouldn’t let go. She couldn’t. Her orgasm was like an imploding star, pulling everything, including its own light, into the event horizon it had become.

The Joker collapsed against Liz, who was still trembling in the wake of years of repression and self-denial. He felt like a dog, trapped in the act of sex, even though he was ready to be cut loose. All he could do was wait her out. Besides….feeling himself in such…close quarters, which were getting ever closer with each orgasmic wave, was an uncanny and not completely unpleasant sensation. He wondered how far she could go and how much he could take. The thought of it made the Joker want to laugh. Then again, everything made him want to laugh eventually.

Liz had become incoherent in her orgasmic state. She barely noticed when the Joker released her from his bite. All she could do was lie beneath him on her couch and vibrate on an ever heightening frequency. So Joker decided to entertain himself while he waited for…something….to happen. “Liz…Liz..can you hear me?”

“hmmm…..”

He figured that was a yes. The Joker grinned. He loved having this kind of an effect on women. This next effect, he loved even more, though. “Liz….. there’s one thing we’ve left unfinished-d. It’s the key to my psychological…aberrationnn. Do you wanna know…how I got these..scarrs?”

“hmmm……”

“I’ll take that as a yes, you sad excuse for a psychologist-t… Problem is, I only tell that story to people who deserve to hear it. You fall too low even for that-t, I’m afraid. I will tell you that it involved knives and that those knives almost killed me. Unlike these knives,” and Joker showed Liz two beauties he’d retrieved from his vest, which lay nearby. “You see, these knives have definitely killed before and they’re about to kill again. I don’t usually like to have any of my little…projects…die happy but, since there doesn’t seem to be an end to your exponential orgasm, I’m just gonna have to make do.”

Joker wrapped his left hand in the lushness of Liz’s dark hair and pulled back on her head. Taking one of the knives, he made an incision right at Liz’s hairline. She muttered something incomprehensible and continued to vibrate with full-on climax. The Joker shook his head in amazement, then took the other knife and positioned it at Liz’s throat. With one swift yank, he took Liz’s entire scalp off and, as she began scream with the horror and pain, he quickly cut her throat, but not enough to kill her outright. No. Liz’s scream allowed the Joker to break free from the sex lock she had him in. He stood up from her, holding her bloody scalp in his hand, and he watched her choke to death on her own blood. He didn’t see it as blood though. He saw it as lies. Every night she went on with Mike Engel and told lies about the Joker’s mental health, was every gurgling gasp of breath Liz as having now. And, even as her body remained in a state of physical nirvana, Liz’s psyche died in misery.

Now he could laugh. The Joker’s laughter echoed throughout the empty fourteenth floor as he got dressed and collected his iPod and skateboard. He used Liz’s pile of shredded office attire to clean his knives as she obviously wouldn’t be needing the clothing any longer. Before he left her office, he smashed the glass that protected the Glenn Miller poster. Taking a magic marker from Liz’s desk, he wrote across Glenn’s face “Here lies a liar, just as batty as Bats, may she rest in pieces.” With that, the Joker exited the office and took the elevator back down to the lobby.

Just as he walked out of the GCN building, Sidney pulled up in a white Cadillac. “Sidney! Yer just in time! I think this is the beginning of a beeyootiful friendship. Let’s go eat pancakes!”

In Loving Memory of Heath Ledger