Card | Joker

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"Don't try to run out the doors." You heard someone warn with a laugh. "They're blocked."
A well dressed man with bright green hair and a unhealthy pale face swaggered in, the whole room gasping in shock. His red lips curled into a smirk, his bright blue eyes scanning around the room. He looked from person to person, smiling at everyone individually. "Well, well, well. Don't you all look smart."
His eyes then landed on you, his gaze fixed. Staring intently back, you took in his full appearance. His shirt was unbuttoned halfway down, a variety of different tattoos visible on his chest. His gold chains dangled from his neck, his metal teeth clashing with his colour scheme of gold. He looked very wealthy, but not someone who would attend this party. Nope, he was a man on a mission. Like you.
He began to walk slowly towards you, every step he took closer made your heart pound. You didn't know why though, you weren't remotely scared of him. "You," he growled, circling you and looking you up and down. "You're something different."
Completing his circle, he returned back to his original standing position and bent down slightly so his face was level to yours. You couldn't do much but just stare at him, raising an eyebrow at the way he was acting.
"Is this supposed to scare me?"
His jaw tightened at your remark, his eyes widening in shock. Normally everyone was scared of him, mostly the women. But not you.
"Oh she's cocky too. I like that." He laughed, standing back upright to examine you. He caught sight of your guns in your holsters, but didn't make it obvious to anyone in the room. "I like your style, darlin'"
Who does this guy think he is?
He came closer and closer to you, his body only inches away from yours. You felt his warm hands stroke you down from your shoulders to your hips where they landed on your ass, suddenly pulling you harshly into him, his crotch pressing hard against you. The whole room watched in fear, yourself feeling not one bit intimidated. You didn't know if you liked this act or if you were angry.
"You're a bit of a slag aren't you?" He teased, looking down at your cleavage which was easy for him to see from his angle. "Still, I'm not complaining."
You raised your hand and gave him a good hard slap on the cheek, his face snapping to the side after the connection. Your hand stung from the contact but you didn't show that it hurt you. He stroked his cheek briefly before looking back at you, shaking his head with a twisted and sadistic smile plastered across his face. "Oh you're gonna regret that."
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You woke up suddenly, a jolt running through your body. Your tired eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the darkness of the room. You had no idea where the hell you were. You don't even know how you got here.
"Finally awake now, princess?"
It was him. The crazy green haired dude. He appeared out of nowhere, making his way towards you who was laid on some sort of table, strapped down.
"Let me go." You shouted, struggling against the restraints. "I'm warning you."
"What are you gonna do? Shoot me? Sorry, babe, that ship has sailed."
"Who the hell even are you?" You questioned, a challenging look on your face.
"Oh I do apologise, let me introduce myself." He said, hovering his face in front of yours, his hot breath tickling your cheeks. "I'm the Joker. I thought maybe you would have known me but apparently not. Who are you, sweetheart?"
You were shocked to say the least. You didn't know the Joker actually existed, you only thought he was a myth, made up by the idiots in Gotham who liked to tell spooky stories of crazy men at night. He looked a lot better in person than the stories suggested. He was quite buff and had a rough look to him which you found quite attractive on men. He was quite your type. You couldn't even believe you were thinking like that. He had just kidnapped you and if his reputation was anything to go by, you weren't in the best position. You were almost certainly gonna die. But that didn't stop you.
"What does that matter? All I want is for you to let me go. Now."
"Sorry, no can do. What were you doing at that party anyway? Wasn't expecting to see someone so..." He licked his lips, looking down at yours for a quick moment. "Sexy."
"I was doing the same thing as you were, I presume. You were there for Wayne, right?"
Smiling once again, he stood back admiring your body positioned on the table, your red bra attracting his attention. Your plump breasts were very appealing to him, the skin looking ever so soft and smooth. So many thoughts were running through his mind. He'd love to do so much to you.
"You're just as crazy as me. How about we take this one step further."
You couldn't deny that he intrigued you and he turned you on insane amounts. You both had the same interests and were obviously attracted to one another and you knew things had gone too far now. There was no going back.
"What do you have mind?" You asked him in a voice just above a whisper, the sexual intentions evident in your tone. In such a short space of time you had gone to abusing him to wanting him. How could this even be happening?
One light stroke up your leg was all it took you. A soft moan escaped your lips, a throbbing in between your legs that was begging for a touch. For his touch.
He'd never been so attracted to a woman like he was to you. Every curve of your body was perfection and every ounce of you was utter beauty. Your voice was a pleasant sound to his ears and hearing your heavy breathing and moans sent him over the edge. Oh he was so glad that he had taken you home with him.
In an intense minute or so, you both couldn't resist any longer. He needed you and you needed him just as much.
"Oh baby, I'm gonna fuck you senseless