So this is a side project. When I have writer's block I trail off and write whatever comes to mind.
Warning: This story is based on my need for some smut. It is highly sexual and I like it.
This isn't going to be a 'real' story. It's most likely going to have just another chapter full of hot and steamy sex. I like it.

Enjoy you pervs! :)

"Life is too short to sit around and get hammered all the fucking time…" He says, loading a clip into his gun.

Tonight Joker is very angry. A business deal went sour. He should have known better than to do business with a twenty-year-old ignorant fuck. Now his money is missing and a frown plays upon his smiling face. He grabs the sides of the van and pulls himself up and out of the open door. His thugs are walking ahead of him, guns in hands and anxious. The clown is walking about three steps behind him, seething in his anger. His dark eyes watches as the drunken partygoers carry on and have what they call a 'good time'.

The thugs kick open the door at the Joker's request for a dramatic entrance. He wipes away a bead of sweat from his neck that the hot Gotham summer night produced. He places the gun on the inside of his purple jacket and walks in lazily, watching as the teenagers and young adults run away in fear. His hands are placed behind his back as he stands in the middle of the room, allowing all the girls and boys run by him to escape what may happen tonight. His thugs have disappeared due to the instructions their boss gave them to find the betrayer. He takes a few steps and finds himself in the empty kitchen, stepping on empty glasses and pieces of food. He takes a Doritos from the bag and pops it into his mouth, chewing very sloppy like as he looks around at the scenery.

"Hey boss! We've got em." Dopey yells from the backyard deck.

"Ah, very good." He mutters, knocking the bag of chips from the island and stepping outside and drawing his knife from his pocket.

Tyler Wells. A twenty-one year old college drop out. He is well liked by those around him and loved by those close to him. Unfortunately, he fell into the wrong crowd, which steered him into the Joker's direction. The clown prince doesn't discriminate about who works with him even if other people do. Joker was just foolish enough to entrust Mr. Wells with a large sum of money. This little party was to be his last night in Gotham in which he would say good-bye to friends and family. He was planning to get out as quickly as he can to escape the Joker's madness and thirst for revenge.

The thugs have their hands gripped around Tyler's biceps squeezing him hard. Before Joker even reaches the door, he can hear Tyler's voice calling out saying all sorts of useless things to get his ass out of trouble. He knows what will happen to him once his former boss walks through that door. He'll tease him with life while cutting various parts of his body and eventually kill him. He has so much to live for in his mind; he doesn't want to die. The footsteps come closer and he appears in the doorway, his smile certainly not on his face. Spinning the hilt of the blade in his gloved hands, he walks to the captive man only stopping about three feet in front of him.

"So… you thought you could uh, steal from me and get away with it?" He says as he folds his arms in front of him as puffs his chest out.

"Nah, nah Joker man… It wasn't like that." He pleads as he shakes his head vigorously.

"You see, I like to applaud the young about their crimes," He walks around, his side facing Tyler, "But!" He holds up a finger and turns his head slightly to look at him, "You stole from me. And I am not the one to steal from." He turns his body and stands in front of him.

"Now, what do you think happens-"

"Tyler! What the fuck is going on?" A female voice screams out.

Joker stops talking and looks towards the stairway of the deck as the owner of the voice walks up. She is very pretty. She has an exotic look about her but he isn't going to concern himself with her due to a more pressing matter.

"Get the fuck off of me!" She yells as one of the thugs tries to grab and restrain her.

The thug grunts as slams her elbow into his gut. He releases her quickly as he hands come down to the place in which she hits. Joker is standing straight up, watching through squinted eyes. She draws her fist back and slams it into the masked thug's face, causing blood to seep out of his nose and stain the inside of his mask.

"Is she always like this?" He asks, pointing his blade in her direction.

"More or less." Tyler replies, cringing as his friend kicks the man from the deck and down the stairs.

More thugs grab onto her, this time not allowing her to break free from the hold. Joker walks towards her slightly amused. He can tell by looking at her that she is very intoxicated. Her eyes shut lazily as she squirms to try to get from the men's hands.

"And what's your name little girl?" He asks, bending down slightly as he places his palms onto his knees.

Her eyes adjust onto the man in front of her. Without the alcohol in her system, fear would be pumping through her veins. However, the alcohol is alive and well causing her mind to pump adrenaline through her body. She twists her arms around in his goons grasps and tear her eyes away from the man in the purple suit. A hand shoots out and grabs her chin forcing her to look at him again. He moves quickly to avoid what would have been a very hard kick and starts to laugh.

"Her name is D.J. Johnston." Tyler calls out from behind him.

D.J. sends a look of murder towards her friend who quickly looks away. Joker stands up fully and looks her over like a predator eyeing his prey. She isn't overly tall, about 5'6" and her weight is distributed nicely. Her legs are long and shapely. An idea of running track or playing soccer comes into mind as he pays special attention to her sun kissed thighs. Her stomach looks small but she is wearing a slightly baggy shirt in the color of black. Now to her face. A face that his eyes have been fixed on more and more since she first made her rather 'explosive' entrance. Her face is tan as the rest of her body but instead of having that muscle tone, it is soft and delicate. High cheekbones and a nice strong jaw line. Beautiful emerald green eyes that are lined with luscious and long lashes as well as black eyeliner. Her nose is small with a diamond stud on her right nostril. Now his gaze goes to his favorite part on the female visage, the lips. Full and pouty; nude and soft. He sees teeth imprints along her lower lip and concludes she bites her lips chapped skin off.

She thrashes again, not fearing the feeling of vomiting coming into her mouth. Her dark hair whips around her face and ends up smacking one of his thugs in the face. After her episode, she settles back down and her hair lies back against her breasts. It is the one thing that she finds the most attractive besides her lips. The color is a dark chocolate color almost fading into the color of a raven's wing. It needs a brushing due to her thrashing around but it doesn't take away from her beauty.

Now, the Joker isn't a man of simple pleasure. He rarely thinks about sex or any type of sexual situations. Nevertheless, a man does have needs that he needs to meet every now and then. Gotham can wait tonight for the explosions he is so famous for. Right now, this girl; this D.J. Johnston looks much more exciting than one barrel of gasoline. Two barrels of gasoline and D.J. just might have to wait. He stands straight up and licks his lips as he backs away from the captured girl.

"Well… this night is exciting. So now, where was I?" He places a finger on his chin in a sense of false pondering. "Ah, oh yes." He flicks the blade out once more and turns on his heel towards Tyler.

Tyler begins to shrink away, his terror-filled eyes are glued to the shining piece of metal. Joker hears the little lady begin to scream for him to stop advancing towards her dear friend. The thugs holding her are having a nice little time restraining her as she tries to bite, kick, and thrash around in their grip. She yells stop one more time and like it is the magic word, he did. He smiles down at his intended victim and peers over his shoulder at the girl.

"You know. I think we can work something out." He says, grabbing Tyler and turning towards his thugs and D.J.

Her breathing is raged from the recent struggle as she looks at him through pieces of hair on her face. "Why? Why are you going to kill him?" She says as she flicks her hair from her face.

His eyebrows rise in a mock sense of bewilderment. "Oh he didn't tell you?" He chuckles darkly and steps towards her. "See, your little friend here worked for me at one point."

Her brows furrow as she looks from him to her friend. "W-what?"

"Mmmhm. It's true. Well he ended up 'borrowing' a large amount of money without me knowing." His voice going up a few octaves as he pats his head with a heavy slap. She bites the inside of her cheeks and moves slightly in which she would have fallen over if she weren't being held by the goons.

"And lets just say," His voice becoming darker as he moves close to her face, "I don't like it when someone goes and uh, stabs me in the back." His demon tongue flicking out and licking his scarred lips.

"You're a fucking liar. You poor excuse for Bozo the Clown." She says trying to kick him once more.

All he can do is laugh at her as he steps away. "Now," laughter, "Don't you want to hear my proposition of how you can save your dear friends life?" Chuckles and nods his head.

She narrows her eyes and glares at him. She is intrigued by his darkly manner. In addition, it isn't everyday you will have a nice little meeting with a sociopath. He can tell her mind is trying to work though it is clouded by the amount of alcohol in her system. He steps back towards her, grabs the back of her neck with a forceful snatch, and brings her face dangerously close to his. She squeals and tries to get away, expecting him to try to carve her mouth like his or to snake his tongue into her mouth. Her lips are near his nose and she hears him inhale. He removes himself just as quickly as he came to her. Judging by the smell of the liquor on her breath, she has had more than four cups. He chuckles once again, looks to Tyler, grabbing him by his hair, and places him in front himself, the knife in his mouth.

"See… I am a man of reason… at times. Tonight is your little friend's lucky night. We're going to do a little trade-off. I'll spare his life," His grip hardens on his hair to cause Tyler to let out a small groan, "For a nice little night between you," He motions towards her with his head, "And me." His voice darkening like the sky from an approaching storm.

Her eyes dart down from the man who was once talking to the man who is now the prey. This is too much of a proposal. A night with him is a death wish. Her mind goes into itself thinking about all the things he can and will do to her body. She glances down at the blade in Tyler's mouth and knows it will make itself home somewhere in her body. She doesn't want to accept his indecent proposal just because Tyler made a stupid move in the chess game Joker directs. However, she has known the male on his knees in front of her for a very long time. The two practically grew up with each other taking on the big brother- little sister role. She loves him like he is an older brother and if she gives in to his simple request of one night of pure unadulterated fucking, Tyler gets to live. A life ends if her flesh isn't exposed to him in ways she would blush. Tyler sees her look of contemplation and quickly begins to try to talk her out of the choice her mind comes to. Her green eyes look up at the Joker, "Alright. I'll do it."

"Oh goody!" He says pushing Tyler away from him and claps his hands together, a smile ever blazing on his lips. "Looks like your safe until you fuck up again Danny boy." He says looking down at him. Extending a hand to D.J., "Ready beautiful?"

She glances at his outstretched hands and feels her human restrainers relinquish their hold on her arms. She brushes past her 'lover' for the night and walks through the door. Joker chuckles as he begins to follow her, watching her legs move thus bringing his eyes up to the way her hips and ass sway as she walks on to the front door. "Someone is quite eager…" He calls after to her.

She twists the knob to the door and swings it open, hoping it hits him anywhere. She begins to walk down the stairs stumbling as she does so. Oh yes, tonight will be a fun night for them both. He follows suit and comes walking next to her.

"You know, you have quite beautiful legs." He says, looking down at toned legs as she stops on the driveway.

Her glazed over eyes look around trying to find what they will be driving to go back to where ever the Joker stays. She hears an odd whistle as she looks over to the source and sees him flip his hand and points to a beat up van. She lets out an exasperated sigh along with rolling her eyes as she walks behind Joker, towards the van. She stomps purposely loud as the door draws back. He gets in first and snatches her by the arm into the car. As he drags her to the back, D.J. manages to hit her head on the side of the steel car. She grumbles as she hears him laugh at her pain.

Once the van is on its way to her final destination, she makes herself as comfortable as she can. Her head flops back and her eyes shut, the world spinning beneath her. "You think you get to sit there without a little uh, foreplay?" He whispers darkly in her ear.

Goosebumps erupt along her skin at the warmth of his breath against her ear and neck. She slowly inhales and exhales to try to calm her tingling skin. She hears the removal of leather as he takes his gloves off and sets them down in his lap. She feels his hands creep along her shoulders in an attempt to bring her closer to him. Once again, a charge is felt through her body at the mere touch of his skin. He grabs her shoulders and picks her up with a jerk. Her new placement is sitting along his lap. She tries to close her legs but he has her positioned in a way that makes it nearly impossible for them to come together. As she begins to struggle against him in a drunken manner, he easily places her wrists together and holds them tight. She continues to buck against him, he places a firm and hard smack to her cheek. She lets out a scream of pain as he lets out a thunder of laugher.

His eyes glance up to see if his henchmen are wondering what's going on in the back of the van. Their eyes remain on the road as he looks back down at the intoxicated girl lying along his lap. His hand touches the exposed flesh of her legs. The warmth they give off to his fingertips feels heavenly. He rakes his nails along the inner side of her thigh, making red lines appear on her soft skin. His fingertips touch the white colored shorts as he slides his fingers underneath the fabric. She tries to move once again but it proves futile. His hand feels the heat of her womanhood as he touches her panties. Her eyes clench shut as he pushes her underwear aside with his fingers and makes their way to her delicate folds. A single finger explores her being, moving around almost twisting inside of her. Despite the way D.J. is struggling against him, she is surprisingly wet giving him enough lubrication to slide in and out of her. She clenches her jaw as she feels his pace of hand quicken. She tries to struggle once more but not as much as before; she doesn't want to merit another slap to the face.

"Honey, we're home!" He yells at her as he removes his finger from inside of her.

He pushes her off of him and onto the floorboard of the automobile. He pushes himself up, stepping on her fingers as he does so. After the weight of his body is off of her she finally lets out a yelp of pain in which is delayed due to the alcohol. His hand locks itself into her hair as he pulls her up from the floor and drags her out of the car. She lets out pained noises and screams as her hands come up to meet his to prevent hair from being torn out of her scalp. He begins to walk rather quickly causing D.J. to lose the footing she barely has and ends up falling to the floor, bringing Joker down with her.

"Well if you wanted to get it on that badly you should have told me." He says smiling and laughing as she fights him off of her. "But I'm not one to share what I do between the sheets so… get your drunk ass up or I'll drag you all the way to the bedroom sweet-tart." He stands, his hands still fixed on her hair.

He didn't give her enough time to stand as he takes off once again, causing her to scrape her knees along the gravel. Blood begins to seep through the open wounds as she pulls herself up from the ground; her hands are still holding onto his for dear life. The door is already open as he walks through with his woman for the night in tow. They walk down a hallway for what seems like forever to her inebriated mind. He feels him tug even harder on her hair as a door is opened and she is shoved in before him. She ends up falling onto the cold floor with a thud. She moves her head up and flicks her hair back to see him shutting the door with his foot then lock it with a twist of his fingers.

"It's so… noble of you to do this." He says, walking forward and placing himself on top of her on the floor.

"Shut… it." She manages to get out as she lets her back make contact with the floor. She can't quite process the whole verbal usage thing at the moment.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've been in the embrace of a woman?" He asks, sliding his jacket off.

"Ever since you begin to wear make-up." She replies trying to move out from underneath him.

He chuckles at how she speaks but delivers a swift punch to her lips. She lets out a painful moan as she begins to taste the coppery taste of her own blood in her mouth. She swallows slightly but spit's the blood back into Joker's face. The blood lands on his mouth and some of his chin. He flicks his tongue out and tastes the blood in which she spat at him. This makes him slightly angry and yet excited. He hasn't met one who has the nerve to do an action that D.J. just performed. He smiles at her, brings a closed fist back, and forces it down to connect with her cheek. Her arms force their way up to try to strike him and only manages to scratch some of his face paint off.

"Feisty… This is going to be a very inter-esting night." He says getting up from his position and grabs her arm to make her stand.

Once on her unstable feet, she feels a bit dizzy and falls forward as her bruised cheek makes contact with his hard chest. A pain shoots through her body as her eyes clench shut. She brings her arms up to move herself back away from him but it ends up with her arms almost wrapping themselves around him. He grabs her hair and pulls her away.

"I'm not that into hugging dear." He says leading her to his bed. "Let's play a little game hmm?" He says walking away from the bed and towards another part of the rather large yet empty room.

"I don't like games. I'm not very well at them." She says struggling to move off of the bed.

"Well this game… you're going to have to play." He tells her as he opens a large thick drape to allow the moonlight to shine into the room. He moves once again to another part of the room doing the same.

"If the fucking isn't good… you die." He tells her with a childish tone of voice.

He steps into the light and begins to unbutton the cuffs of his shirt. The moonlight shines in on her face so he is able to see the flicker of terror on her face. He smiles that demented smile at her as he moves to unbutton his emerald green vest. The tables have shifted on her now. She sacrificed herself to save her friends death and now if she doesn't give in to his every demand and demented wish then her blood is going to be on his sheets.

He slides the vest off and throws the tie to the floor as well. He walks forward into the darkness completely disappearing from sight. D.J.'s vision is completely off as she tries to look around the room to find the Agent of Chaos. She looks towards the left and sees his face appear right next to hers. She screams slightly and throws a punch aiming for his face. He is too quick for this drunk girl. He brings an arm up to stop the swing from connecting to his face and shoots a hand out around her throat. He forces her back to the mattress as he leans in over her.

"So, what'd you say? Start the game and hope you please me or I can kill you now?" He asks while digging his nails into the flesh of her throat.

"I'll… I'll play." She manages to get out through a tight windpipe.

"Very good." He says letting go of her throat.

He steps away and begins to unbutton his shirt, not wanting to rush this night. He stares down at her trembling form and slides the shirt from his torso. Her eyes look down at his chest as she is able to see the scars, old and new that covered most of his body. She furrows her brows as begins to advance closer to her. He snatches at her shirt and drags her to her bloodied knees. His free bare hand glides itself through her tangled hair going through some of the tangles to cause her to wince. His hand comes to the nape of her neck as he suddenly crushed her lips with his in a vicious kiss, smearing red and white all over her swollen lips. He bites down roughly and forces his tongue to invade her mouth. She allows his tongue to collide with hers, fearing what could happen to her if she didn't.

That charge is happening again. Her skin is beginning to tingle at his touch as she begins to give in to the passion her body is demanding to be shown. The two begin to wrestle each other with their tongues, fighting for dominance. He pulls back and smirks as he sees the beautiful two colors smeared together on her lips and part of her chin. A malicious glint comes to his eye as he pulls a blade to her chin. She swallows hard as her eyes glance down to his hand and back to his face. His lips are smeared completely and some of the red has completely been removed from his lips; she has no doubt it's on her lips now.

"I want to devour your soul." He whispers as his blade makes its way to the collar of her shirt.

"That'll be kind of hard baby." She mutters as her breathing quickens at the position of the blade.

He smiles at her and sends the knife tearing down in the fabric. Her body moves in a violent fashion as he tears the shirt away from her body. He looks down at her newly revealed breasts. He licks his lips slowly as he takes in the lovely site. Though her breasts are covered by the annoying piece of fabric called a bra, he takes in the site of her undamaged flesh. His eyes meet hers once more, as the blade comes underneath the fabric and tears through it. He throws the bra to the ground and sticks the blade of the knife into the mattress. His finger dance in air as they make their way to her chest. He takes her flesh into his hands and squeeze hard enough to merit a small pained but pleasure moan. He quickly moves her body closer to his and moves his face down to her chest. He rubs his lips ever so lightly over her erect nipples. Her hand makes its way to his hair to try and push his lips onto her taunt flesh. Her body is cold and his breath is hot, oh what a feeling that gives her.

He takes her nipple into his mouth and begins to swirl it around with his tongue. She moans slightly and tilts her head back to take in more of the feeling he is allowing her to feel. Maybe tonight won't be as bad as I thought. Her mind is snapped back to reality when she feels his teeth connect with her skin. She yelps and tightens her hold on his odd green hair. She feels the vibrations on her chest of his laughter. He moves to the opposite breast and commences to perform the same act. Once again, it starts out nice and very pleasurable and then he bites down. He is making sure he leaves a mark on her skin in the form of a bruise. He takes his mouth away and stands back up to look at her.

The girl's cheeks are flushed with a soft pink color. Her lips are parted, still stained with his red paint. Her lids are hooded in a mixture of lust and intoxication. He places his hands on the backside of her thighs and trails his fingertips lightly across her skin. A small smiles forms on her parted lips, enjoying the gentle way he is touching her. His hands grip onto the back of thighs suddenly and pulls her legs from underneath her. Her back hit's the mattress as well as her head. She feels his hands unbuckle the button the holds her shorts on her hips. Yanking the shorts as well as her underwear from her body, D.J. is completely exposed to his harsh eyes.

"This is when the fun begins…" He says as he fingers walk up her thighs.