Summary: This whole tale comes to an end.
Genre: I dunno (little help?)
Pairing: The Joker/Desdemona
Disclaimer: I don't believe anyone owns the Joker. Joker for all! But I bet DC comics and Warner Bros. might disagree.
Author Notes: Not spoiler-y at all, but a little adult. This one's pretty violent. Comment are teh awesome!
"Fuck off!" Desi spat. She pulled at her handcuffs, and looked out into the darkness where he stood. "You're not going anywhere until I find out what I want." Batman replied. Desi tapped her foot impatiently, "Oh, I'm sorry." she replied, "What I meant to say was: Fuck. Off. "
She rolled her eyes, and sat on her hands. Batman came into the lone light on above her. "You really think he loves you?" he asked. Desi smiled wide, leaning forward to look up into his eyes. "That's really good." she uttered silkily, "Can't slap me around. Got to attack me..." she pointed to her chest, "...in here? You must be so full of rage."
Batman stared at her. "The thing is," she continued, "I don't care really if he loves me. I mean, he's not gonna love me like regular, boring men." She shrugged, folding her arms over her knees. "Work each day, home by five, pedestrian sex." she shook, trying to banish the thought. "Those people are dead, we just haven't gotten to them yet."
Desi narrowed her look at him, "The question is: Who loving you, baby?" She chuckled, "Who's...who's waiting back at the...cave or whatever for you?" Batman came toward her, placing his hands on either side of the back of the chair and looming over her. "What should I expect when I go after him?" he demanded.
Desi cocked her head to one side. "I will never tell you where he is." she said solemnly. Batman stood, turning away and walking out of the light. "You need help." she said flatly. Desi raised her hands, "Yeah, handcuff keys would be nice." She began tapping them against the chair bottom between her legs.
"Aww, listen guy." Desi said into the darkness, "Don't take it personal. The 'bat' thing just doesn't do it for me. Not to mention, and I don't want to be 'that girl' or aything, but I can barely understand you. Maybe if you opened your mouth a little wider when you spoke...or something."
Batman walked toward her. "I'm taking you to Arkham." he seethed. Desi rocked back in the chair, "They'll never keep me. Besides, many nurses do you think I'll kill in your honor? How many cute orderlies will let their guard down for just a second."
Batman stopped, "You're place isn't in jail, you need professional care." Desi howled, "Oh yeah, because you...you are definitely the guy to make that call. Look at you, you pointy-eared freak! What's the matter, did mommy not hold you enough as a kid?"
Batman snapped, charging her in the chair. "Whoa, that struck a nerve, huh?" Desi commented, "Is mommy dead?" Desi poked her lower lip out, making a frowning face. Batman grabbed her, pulling her to her feet. "You wanna go home?" he snarled, "Come on, let's go."
Meanwhile, the Joker was throwing a fit. "Where is she?" he yelled, throwing a chair across the room. It hit just above the thug's head and exploded on impact. "Honest boss, we've looked everywhere." another hood answered, "We even called the police station. Our contact says nobody fitting her description has been brought in."
The Joker fumed, throwing her notepad and sending scraps of paper wafting through the air. "Maybe we could check the hospital." The first thug offered. Joker grumbled, storming off to his room as the thug called. "Check with the boys on the street!" he ordered from the bedroom.
The Joker paced around the room, his rage building. Where could she be? he wondered, It's been hours. If I have to go collect her from somewhere I really will kill her. He turned and continued to pace, his hands forming into tight fists inside his gloves. He turned again and walked into the main room. The hoods all looked at him, their expressions blank.
Several criminals began filing into the building. Each of them empty-handed. Finally one of them stood and said, "What if the Batman got to her?" An eerie quiet fell over the rest of the group, and Joker stopped momentarily. "What would Batsy do with her?" he asked, "He has no mind for frivolity, no sense of humor..."
Just then, all of them heard noise above them. Joker looked up as several crooks asked, "What the Hell was that?" The Joker just chuckled angrily, grabbed his coat and headed up.
Batman stood on the roof in the windy night. Desi stood, equal parts fear and rage surged through her. "How did you know where he was?" she asked angrily. Batman said nothing. You could hear the laughter long before you could see the lean purple frame appear in the darkness. Desi felt relieved to see him, but was immediately made uneasy at his demeanor.
"It's over, Joker." Batman said sternly. "Well well," the Joker replied, "Batsy playing with my toys. Tsk. Tsk." He looked hatefully at Desi, "This won't do at all."
"It wasn't me." Desi explained, "I didn't tell him anything. Tell him that." She said, turning to Batman. "I know everything, about your vehicles and your hideout. This time you're going away." Batman said sternly.
Desi pulled from Batman and ran across the roof toward the Joker. Extending her hands to show the handcuffs, she pleaded, "J, you know me. I wouldn't tell him anything. He brought me here after kidnapping me right off the street." She reached him, placing both hands on his chest. He looked down at her silently.
Desi looked back to Batman. "Tell him the truth!" she screamed, "Tell him I was loyal!" Tears welled up in her eyes, and for the first time, Desi was afraid. She feared not death, but the idea that he might not believe her. She turned back to him. "I would never help him." she insisted.
The Joker lifted her hands and using his knife, picked the handcuffs, letting them fall away to the rooftop. Desi held her wrists, rubbing them as he spoke. "That was wrong, Batsy." he began, "Taking my hobby away from me."
Batman replied, "She isn't a hobby, she's a human being. This ends tonight!" Batman took a step toward the Joker, who in turn grabbed Desi and held her close to him. She turned to face him, and watched as a smile crept across his face. Desi smiled in turn and kissed him on the lips.
He pulled away and hugged her, looking at batman as he did it. "Desdemona." The Joker said. Desi turned to look at him, "Yes." she replied quizzically, "Do we have a plan?" The Joker looked into her eyes. "Desdemona." he said again. Desi placed a hand against his face, "What is it?" she asked.
"She dies in the end." Joker replies, burying his knife into her stomach. Desi gasped, stumbled back and clutched her stomach. The Joker howled with laughter as Batman tryied to rush to her aid. Desi backed away chuckling, softly at first but in increasing volume until it was nearly as loud as the Joker's.
She looked at her hand, now covered in her own blood. Blood seeped from the creases of her mouth. The Joker continued his howling, "Look at that." he strained in between laughter, "Just one more person you couldn't save."
"It's okay." Desi said, stumbling backward, "I finally get it. I get the joke." She stumbled to the ledge, "And it's funny." She said, falling backward off the roof. The Joker laughed harder as Batman ran for the ledge, but could do nothing. In his rage, he turned and grabbed the Joker.
"Don't you get it?" Joker asked jovially. "She was mine, and I threw her away. It's funny." He continued laughing, "That's funny." Batman restrained him as he continued to chant, "She was right, it's funny."
Batman grabbed him and began to make his way to the street. "You're on your way to Arkham for a long stay." he said as they continued down the stairs. "You know, I made that." the Joker bragged. "That girl was a bookkeeper before me. Talk about starting with a lump of clay."
"You killed her, you piece of trash." Batman replied angrily. The Joker scoffed, "My clay, and besides, technically you killed her. We where gonna have dinner and fool around before you came into this." Joker looked convincingly at Batman, "Someone needs to take responsibility for their actions."
Batman responded by shoving his nearly hog-tied body into the batmobile. The Joker looked around, amused, "Is kind of plain, but I like it." he said as Batman climbed in an began driving to Arkham Asylum.
The Joker sat in new cell quietly. He was now dressed in Arkham's standard issue jumper, and his hair and face were without their color, so to speak. He licked his lips as he sat patiently in the center of the cot, twitting his thumbs. The door opened, and a very stern looking psychiatrist stepped in.
The Joker's eyes, once so alive, were now cloudy, and he focused on nothing. "Well, good afternoon, Mr. uhhh..." the doctor looked at the paperwork and lifting it to find nothing, looked up. The orderly blankly shrugged.
"Well, the police have sure had a busy morning." the doctor diverted as he sat down. "Just how exactly did you pull it off while lock in here?" The doctor asked. The Joker clicked his tongue and said nothing. "I mean, come on..." the Doctor continued, "Virtually every person in Gotham with the names 'Desi' or 'Mona' were killed last night. All left with your card. Why would you target those people?"
"It's called a requiem." He answered dryly.
The doctor sat back, uneasy from the comment. "Well, you're here now." he said calmly, "And we are going to commit to making you batter, and washing this 'Joker' persona away for good." The Joker rushed him, slamming him against the wall. The doctor shook, crying out, "Security! Help, somebody!" The Joker looked him in the eye, "This persona is the good part." He said, as security pulled him away. They threw him on the bed as he laughed and the doctor ducked out of the cell.
The laugh resonated down the hall as the doctor walked with the orderly. "That one's too far gone." The orderly said. "Now, now. No one is too far gone for treatment. We must keep our spirit's up." The Doctor said, "Still, he needs a lot of attention. Let's give this case to the new psychologist that just arrived. He should be more than enough of a starter." The doctor initialed the dossier and handed it to the orderly as he walked away.
Later that day, the Joker's cell opened and in stepped a fresh faced blond with big eyes. "Hello, my name is Dr. Harleen Quinzel and I will be treating you." The Joker sat up, a grin spread across his face. "Nice name." He said.
Across Gotham, sliding doors opened and in she limped. She was missing one heel, and her right shoulder swung limply out of its socket. She was filthy, and had coffee grounds stuck in her hair. Her shirt was pasted to her stomach with blood. Sitting down at registration, the dumbstruck attendant pulled a clipboard and handed it to her. Accepting it blankly, she brought it to her mouth and biting down onto it, she reset her shoulder.
She removed the clipboard and returned it with her teethmarks now etched into it. The attendant sat stunned for several minutes. Cracking her neck, she cleared her throat and with an extremely raspy voice, she whispered, "Thank you. Could I get a drink of water?"
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