Three Ring Circus [ TDK's Joker ] .1.
Chapter 18 : Three Ring Circus [ TDK's Joker ] .13.
Ah! Sorry for not updating for so long, I've been on vacation. I pretty much busted my ass on this chapter. TALK FEEDBACK TO ME, BABY. >:)
Slowly, the whole gang started to materialize out of nowhere, gathering around the couch and the general TV area. Jon perched on the arm of the couch, near the corner where I had stuffed myself, the Joker taking up all space next to me. In fact, I wouldn't put it past him to throw his legs up on to my lap. Which I would not find very pleasant. Because his shoes were dirty. It just.. made me feel filthy. A very flustered looking reporter stacked and re-stacked her papers, it was easy for me to tell that she didn't like what she was about to stay.
Joker let out a bit of childish, hysterical laughter. "Look at her squirm! And that expression! She looks like she's constipated!" This remark was followed by another burst of hysterical laughter.
The young, black-haired woman cleared her throat and finally got on with it. The captions underneath the reporter read in bold, white, all capital letters, 'BREAKING NEWS'. The news ticker underneath the screen told of nothing but the shootings today. It made a small smile come to my lips, knowing that I'd been the cause of that. Once again, I felt the rush of adrenaline and danger. It was so overwhelming I almost moaned. Truthfully, it made me horny.
Wait a second, I'm getting off track.
Anyway, after clearing her throat, the reporter began in a careful, cautious sounding voice, "Today, the GCN network offices received a package." Joker leaned forward, a sick grin on his face. It was the widest grin I'd ever seen him sporting, and I wondered how far he could open his mouth, how big his grin could get. I made a mental note of bothering him about it later. The reporter cleared her throat again, leaving a prolonged pause, in which you could here the shuffling movements of the camera crew. "In this package, was a videotape. We've been given instructions to air this tape live." The camera cut out abruptly, and was replaced by an image of the Joker's ugly mug, grinning. His face was weirder looking than usual because he was filming himself, so his nose looked bigger, his face looking slightly squished.
"Good evening, citizens of Gotham city. Now, tell me this. Have you ever heard the one where five people die inexplicably, while the new DA is being inaugurated?" A giddy giggle escaped his lips. "What the hell does this guy want, you might be thinking. What I want is to liven things up. Introduce a little anarchy. Upset the established order." He paused for a bout of laughter. "If you want order, in Gotham, bring down Harvey Dent. For every day Harvey is still in office, people will die. I'm a man of my word." I couldn't help but giggle at this last statement, the way he said was so.. Well, funny.
Joker clapped. "Now THAT is one good lookin' cat."
I rolled my eyes. "You've got one of those faces only a mother could love." I said, turning around to look at him.
"Hmm, then why do you seem so keen to kiss it?" I bit my lip, shrugging my shoulders.
"Maybe I'm your mommy." I said, flipping my hair flirtatiously.
Jon cleared his throat. "Who did the shootings?" He asked.
"Me." I answered flat out, it didn't seem like a big deal to me.
Jon's eyebrows pulled together, an angry expression on his face. "Boss, why her?! You're gonna spoil her!"
"Ya know, you just really killed my mood, Jonnyboy." Joker looked over at him, his words laced with poison. He gave Jon one of those looks that said "Back the fuck down or I'll rip out your eyeballs."
Jon took a step forward, rage burning behind his chocolate brown eyes. "She shouldn't be doing shit like that!"
Joker looked about ready to snap, so I intervened quickly. "Jon," I said quietly, placing a hand on his chest. "I was spoiled when I killed my brother." I bit my lip, looking down at my feet.
"I just..." Jon said sadly, lifting my chin up with a finger.
The look in his eyes said it all. 'I just don't want you to end up like me.'
Jon stalked out of the room and back to his own, fists clenched angrily at his sides.
The Joker did just about the same thing.
Men.
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It was almost midnight now. Joker was up in our room, doing God knows what. I hadn't moved from my spot on the couch (except to pee, of course) from when everybody else left. My cheek was pressed into my hand, my face a big, bored blah. The house itself was dark, all the lights turned off in the main rooms. The hash blue-white glow of the television illuminated my face. I was watching one of those lame soap operas with the volume on low. In my mind, I was putting my words into the actor's mouths.
"No, Maria! I can't marry you!"
"Why, Why can't you, Marco?!"
"Because... I'm in love with this chicken!!"
"You BASTARD *smack*"
So, anyway.
A small creak echoed down from the staircase, and I turned my head to look. The Joker stood on the threshold of the stairs. He held out a hand and quirked his index finger back towards him. It was a silent command for "Come here."
I turned off the TV and paused in the complete blackness, letting my eyes adjust quickly to the dim light. After that, I headed upstairs, and followed Joker into our room. I shut the door gently behind me, and walked over to him. His hands reached out for me hungrily, and they clamped around my waist, pulling me to him. He leaned his forehead against my own. One hand had come away from my waist, and was fiddling with his hair. "I uh, need to relieve some tension. ..if hyou know what I mean." He licked his lips, and I suddenly felt the cold edge of a knife against my skin. My breathing quickened, considerably.
I gulped. "Um.." I said, no extremely nervous.
"Will you help me out with that?" He whispered, tracing the scar across my face with the dull edge of the blade. I closed my eyes.
"It's not like I really have a choice in this matter." I said, pressing my body against his. I decided to turn up the heat. Maybe he wanted to be 'entertained'.
I gulped. "Um.." I said, no extremely nervous.
"Will you help me out with that?" He whispered, tracing the scar across my face with the dull edge of the blade. I closed my eyes.
"It's not like I really have a choice in this matter." I said, pressing my body against his. I decided to turn up the heat. Maybe he wanted to be 'entertained'.
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[ Third Person ]
Kit reached up, grabbing fistfuls of his shirt collar, pulling Joker down to her own level. She brought her teeth together with a metallic click near his lips.
"My my, feeling a bit feisty, are we?" Joker purred huskily into her ear.
"How can I 'relieve your tension', boss?" She said, gliding her hands over her hips, up to her belly, and finally under her shirt, riding it up as if to throw it off.
"No no no, Kitten, I want to slice the clothes off your body." Joker whispered, a hand resting on the small of Kit's back to support her. He leaned forward, making Kit lean back into his hand. He ghosted the knife over the exposed flesh of her belly, make butterflies soar in Kit's stomach. Asserting his dominance over her, Joker pressed against her and began to walk forwards, causing her to buckle over when the backs of her knees hit the bed. Joker pressed his weight on to her, practically crushing Kit into the bed. The mastress squeaked its protest, and Kit swore that she sank about five inches in to the firm, yet plush matress.
{ Author's commentary: MWAHAHAHAHA CLIFF HANGER!
readers: urge... to kill... rising...! }
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