Currently dashing the hopes of my parents. (lolasenvy) wrote in knivesandlint,
Currently dashing the hopes of my parents.

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Idolatry Part 9

Story Title: Idolatry Part Nine
Summary: The after of all things.
Genre: AU OC
Pairing: Desdemona/Joker, Bruce Wayne/Lily, Matilda/Dick Grayson
Rating: R
Disclaimer: If I owned them, I'd be too busy fucking to write my name...
Author Notes: Comments are love, bitches! Sorry or the delay! Glad to be back!

Desi stretched, dragging a single shoed foot across the bed as she felt around for the Joker. Fruitless, she lifted her head and threw her hair back as she looked about the room. It was silent in the building, and Desi felt immediately uneasy about the silence. She slid to the bottom of the bed, dropping both feet into a pool of blood. As soon as she felt it on her bare foot Desi looked about. "J?" she called nervously, "Baby?" Her head was pounding, and she struggled to remember how she got home. There was no response, and again Desi called out "J, are you here?" Desi held her temple in anguish as she heard him. "Of course I'm here." He responded with eerie calm. He walked from the stairs and pushed Desi back onto the bed before offering her aspirin and a glass of water. "To thinking you have no limits." Desi toasted, sipping the water slowly in silence. The Joker stood watching, stripped down to a plain wife beater and slacks with suspenders. His hands were red and he had red streaks on his face.

Desi looked up and immediately went for his face. "Are you hurt?" she asked. The Joker backed away from her touch, failing to respond. He studied her hurt expression. "What do you remember about last night?" he asked pointedly. Desi thought for a moment, and listed of from memory, "We went out to the Trap House. I saw Hugo...Harvey was there..." Desi took another drink, "You should see him. Um, oh bought some entertainment for Johnny..." Desi shook her head, trying to remember. "That's about all I remember, but I had a few. What happened?" Desi stared up at the Joker who looked off to the left as if listening to someone she couldn't see. "Where is Johnny?" Desi asked, "Was he hurt somehow?" The Joker continued to stare off. Desi stood, stepping lightly toward him as she extended her hand to touch him. Joker slapped her hand away, grabbing her wrists and pulling her down to her knees before him. "That's all you remember?" he asked stoically.

"Do you mean to be hurting me?" Desi asked, taking a slow breath to counter the pain, "Do I deserve to be hurt? J, tell me. Please talk to me." Joker stared down as his grip tightened, "Answer the question." he demanded. Desi looked around, trying to think. "I swear. The last thing I remember was the third round of tequila. I - I don't even remember getting here." The Joker drank in her desperate confusion in silence. "I swear it." she pleaded. Joker relaxed his grip, pulling her up to his chest and backing out of the room. "Let's just ask Johnny Johnny what happened." The Joker seethed, "Maybe he'll remember." Desi watched him as he backed her down the stairs, "Ok." she relented, "Let's do that." Joker continued to pull her against him with a mix of humor and fierceness that held Desi is frightened awe. Leaving the stairs, he grabbed her at her shoulders and held her facing him.

"Well, what do you say Johnny Johnny?" The Joker asked theatrically, "What happened after the tequila?" The Joker nodded aggressively in response, but Desi didn't hear anything. As the Joker laughed roundly, he turned Desi around by the shoulders to face Frost's body. Desi stared up at the bloody, broken mass which hung from the rafters with more confusion than horror. "What happened?" Desi asked, looking back at the Joker. The Joker stared up, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Well, there was a problem with his tongue." he mused. Desi looked puzzled, "His tongue?" she asked. The Joker smiled. "Yeah. I found it wandering around inside of you." He commented snidely.

Desi did a double take, shocked. "He what?" she asked, swallowing hard. "He WHAT?" She growled as the confusion left her. The Joker stroked her hair softly, "You know, I wasn't quite sure whether to believe your innocence..." he continued, amused at her expression, "until now." Desi stared up hatefully, "He did what?" she continued. The Joker kissed the end of her nose playfully and released her from his grip. Desi flew into an immediate rage, grabbing a crowbar from the planning table and attacking the body like a pinata. "How dare you?" she cried, her voice shrill. "How dare you touch me! You repugnant piece of shit!" Desi continued to strike the body over and over as the Joker sat watching her, very entertained by her reaction. "Aim for the face." he instructed. Desi reared back, pounding out her vitriol against his face. As she wore down, The Joker caught her, taking the crowbar from her hands and pressing to her back as Desi wilted. The Joker lifter her face in his open palm as Desi leaned against him. "Tut tut tut, none of that." He soothed, wiping her emerging tears, "I'm not mad."

Desi looked back at him, nodding. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself. "I didn't know, I swear." she whispered. Joker licked along her neck and Desi sighed in relief. "Look what we did." He whispered seductively, "Look what happens to people who cross us." Desi gasped quietly, smiling as she looked up at him. "Look at him, Lollipop." Joker continued, slowly bending Desi over the table. "You know what he did?" He said, peeking under Desi's dress. Desi felt his rough hands slide up her legs and probe her roughly. Desi moaned gratefully as the Joker answered, "He begged me." Desi leaned on her forearms as the Joker ripped open her dress, exposing her as he made deep, rough strokes. Desi cried out thankfully, looking back. "He did?" she asked. The Joker maintained his focus, reaching for the candlestick. "That's right. He gargled and he stammered and he begged me, and do you know why?" Joker asked.

Desi shook her head, gripping the table and holding to it as he slowly began working the candlestick in and out of Desi. Desi released the table, sinking down to the table as he grew evermore aggressive. "Wh-Why?" Desi called out breathless. The Joker grabbed her hair and pulled her ear to his mouth. "Because I beat him to death with this very candlestick. Just for you." he whispered. He brushed her hair from her face as she panted. "Thank you." Desi panted. The Joker brushed his lips against her temple is response, and Desi laughed darkly. "That feel good Lollipop?" Joker purred. Desi looked back at him passionately, "Not as good as...other things." she replied, "And stop calling me 'Lollipop'." Desi leaned in, kissing him fiercely as the Joker dropped the candlestick and opened his pants. Desi heard him, turning to face him happily. "Who's is it Desi?" The Joker asked directly, grabbing her thigh and leaning into her. Desi sighed, holding the Joker. "It's yours. It was only ever yours." Desi threw her head back in ecstasy, "Thank you."

The elevator opened and Lily stepped off quickly, looking around for Bruce as he stood with his back to her outside the private room. She walked quietly up to him, placing her hand gently on his shoulder. "How is he?" She asked as Bruce turned to her surprised. Bruce blinked a few times before he thought and replied simply, "He's dying." Saying it aloud seemed to stun Bruce, and he looked to the floor with a lost expression on his face. Lily held his cheek kindly, studying his face as she whispered, "I've missed you." Bruce looked back at her, but didn't respond. "Can I see him?" Lily asked. Bruce looked through the window into the room for a moment before asking, "How did you know to come? I haven't told anyone." He looked back as Lily smirked, "He called me." A desperate laugh escaped Bruce and he nodded, "Good old Alfred. Go ahead in, he might be sleeping." Lily patted his cheek and turned, walking into the room.

Alfred shifted as Lily stood by the bed quietly, reaching for her idle hand. "You look tired." Lily whispered. Alfred grinned, "You don't." he replied confidently. "I'm an old man my dear, tired suits me." Lily smiled, watching Bruce's shadow spread across the floor. He lingered in the doorway, seeming so small and lost as he watched Alfred. Alfred winced mildly, and Lily leaned very near to adjust his pillows. "Lily?" Alfred whispered. Lily looked down at him sweetly, "Mmm-hmm?" she hummed. "Don't let it fall apart without me." Alfred whispered. Lily looked into his eyes, nodding her understanding. Leaning next to his ear she whispered, "I promise" granting a small kiss to his cheek as she rose. " going to pick up some things for my boys." Lily announced, "So that you'll be ready when it's time to come home." She patted his hand and turned to leave, passing Bruce silently.

Bruce walked in and sat down, basking in the quiet between them. "I think I have purposely tried to avoid ever thinking about this moment." Bruce commented, "Ironic considering all the things I've put you through over the years." Bruce took a deep breath, "You've been like a father to me." Alfred stared at Bruce as he struggled. "If I may speak plainly, Master Bruce?" Alfred said low. Bruce looked up from the floor at him, "Of course." Alfred adjusted his bed, "I can't believe you just let her walk out like that. For awkward silence with me." Bruce stared speechless, "There is nothing left to teach you. I have nothing more to do for you than tell you this: If we don't love and build lives with one another, there is little point in fighting criminals. It is because you loved them that your loss mattered." Bruce sniffed, looking away from Alfred. "Go to her. Tell her you love her and want her and do it now, for this old man if for nothing else." Alfred instructed. "I love you Alfred." Bruce said, just above a whisper. Alfred smiled proudly, "You are the closest thing I have know to a son, and I love you. I have always been proud of you. Now go."

Lily stood folding a sweater when she heard the door. She looked out and saw Bruce standing in the foyer as if lost. "Bruce?" she asked, concerned. Lily walked up and Bruce nearly fell into her arms. "He's gone." Bruce said simply. Lily let Bruce slide to his knees, sitting with him on the floor. He sat silent, not even crying as he stared out and tried to accept what had happened. Lily just held his hands, quietly waiting for his lead. Bruce looked at Lily with tear streaked eyes as he touched her cheek tenderly and kissed her softly. "I love you." Bruce whispered to her. He looked up excitedly, "Here that?" he shouted, "I'm cold and sitting here in the floor and I love this woman!" His voice echoes in the halls and filled the room. Lily laughed confused and Bruce turned back to her. He rested his forehead against hers and brushed her cheek. "Come home." he requested.

If you're lost, check out the first story, "What a Little Moonlight Can Do"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

...And it's Sequel, "Ain't No Sunshine (When She's Gone)"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

...or Part Three, "Fearless"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

...or Part Four, "Mother's Ruin"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

...or Part Five, "Desdemona's Return"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

...or Part Six, "Idlewild"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve

..or Part Seven, "Idolatry"
Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight
Tags: featuring: alfred, featuring: batman, featuring: bruce wayne, featuring: dr. crane, featuring: gordon, featuring: harvey dent, featuring: scarecrow, featuring: the joker, featuring: two-face, genre: au, genre: movieverse, genre: multi-chapter, pairing: bruce/ofc, pairing: joker/ofc, rating: nc-17
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