Stop Me If You've Heard This One

Horsing Around

Stop Me If You've Heard This One

Part ii
Horsing around 

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Joker's crimson smirk transfixes you.  
Lungs breathless.  
Heart drumming.  
Body tense with pain and pleasure. Powerless.    
Breathe.

The Clown peers at you from under heavy lids and slowly licks his lips.  His cool hand tightens on your scalp.  His fingers caress your palms.  
His chest rumbles with low chuckles and he presses his pelvis hard against yours.  He notices your stifled moan.
“my My MY, Toy!  So receptive!  So sensitive!   Mmm it's good to see nothing has changed.  What wonderful noises you will make when you see what I have for you,”  Joker glances down his body,  “and I am positively BRIMMING with excitement!" Heh heh heh

With grace, Joker starts dancing whilst pressing your loins against his.  By the look of him he shouldn't be this strong.  
He takes you over and pushes snd pulls you in a waltz that is made awkward by your lack of footing. 
  His grin mocks you before he puts you down.  Your hands cover a damp stain on your pants,  embarrassed that you're not certain to whom it belongs.

The Clown Prince strolls away. When he reaches his throne he doesn't sit on it so much as he drapes himself over it,  leaning to the side,  one slender leg slung lazily over its arm.  He's a sight to be seen.  The warm lights play off of his skin and almost make his complexion seem healthy,  but only almost.  The light does manage to soften the sharp angles of his face a bit. Red lipstick exaggerates the proportions of his already full,  ever-grinning mouth.
J's lush linen suit complements the checkered fabric upon which he sits and its rich purple color emphasizes the green glow of his irises. The chair's carved wood  has gold leaf accents and it plays upon his hair like the hint of a royal crown. Clown Prince, indeed. The picture before you is striking,  you muse. 
He twirls his curls, grinning knowingly at you.  

“SING for me,”  he purrs after letting you stare for a few moments.
You jerk out of your thoughts wide eyed. 
Joker smiles, amused. He repeats the instruction.  Your mouth goes dry.
“Sing something snappy.  Something interesting.  Something… ME,”  he gestures to himself in a sweeping motion from head to toe.

You search your mind for a minute while your fingers fidget at your scar. Your eyes dart around the room as you pick your brain for a melody that is HIM.  Something like…
With a small nod you straighten out your shoulders.
Joker,  whose foot had been tapping with swelling boredom,  brings his head higher,  unintentionally mirroring you. 
“Well?  WHAT have you got for me?" His hands fling outward dramatically.
"ENTERTAIN ME,  Toy!  Heh heh heh heeheeheehee”  

There are a couple of false starts while you find the melody, and then…

“... Every morning
every evening...”

J’s face is the picture of surprise when he recognizes the tune and he swings himself into an upright position,  suddenly riveted.  You falter at this but only for a moment. 
His stunned expression evolves into a curious smile as you continue.  His eyes bore into you with interest. 

“...Ain't we got fun?
Not much money
Oh, but honey
Ain't we got fun?
The rent's unpaid dear
We haven't a bus
But smiles were made dear
For people like us…”

Before long Joker is joyfully kicking his legs and pretending to conduct an accompanying orchestra, leaping to his feet, dancing around, singing along with you,  picking up the lyrics when they escape your memory.  During his waltz he does a spin on the ballerina’s box before removing the blindfold that adorns her.  J twirls towards you and,  when your voice stumbles at his approach,  does a giggling  pirouette before disappearing behind you.  You flinch when he lowers the blindfold over your head and instructs you to keep singing.