The Joker Made Me Do It

chapter twenty four

        "No! No! No!" I screeched at the top of my lungs. "Please don't do this!" The Joker just laughed and spit in my face.

        "Be quiet, dear, or this will hurt a lot more than it needs to." His hands slid back up to where my panties were.

        'Oh god no, please no. Not again. This can't happen again.'

        I squirmed and then he yanked them off.

        I sat up with a frantic heart beat. I looked around the room. I was in my room at the asylum. What had just happened? I tried to move my arms, but they were held back. I became even more frantic, thinking the Joker was back to do more, but I looked down and they were just wrists restraints for the crazy.

        'Am I really that crazy?'

        "Oh thank god you're okay!" I heard a familiar voice from across the room and the familiar face came running at me. I shuddered, afraid for a moment. I felt violated, so violated, but it was just Dick. "I didn't know if you were going to wake up!" He rushed to my side and touched my shoulder, trying to be comforted, but I shuddered and looked to my wrists, which I realized felt like they were burning.

         He stepped back and followed my eyes to my wrists. He told me he'd be right back and came back with a guard, who undid my restraints, and left the room without a word and a straight face.

        Dick frowned at me and told to me, "I'm so sorry, Claire. I wanted to undo them, but you were crying and thrashing around and laughing and out of control and I didn't know what to do." I didn't say anything to him and with wide eyes looked back down to my wrists, which were black and blue. They hurt really bad and it must've been from the guard squeezing them earlier.

        "Oh I'm going to kill him!" Dick explained and rummaged through a drawer at the bottom of my nightstand before pulling out a roll of soft, white gauze and medical tape. He carefully took one of my wrists and let his fingers linger over the damaged skin before wrapping it and then doing the same to the other. He then took a moment to scan my arms.

         He must've noticed how they weren't as badly scarred anymore because he muttered "Ivy" and took my face in his hands. They felt warm and comforting, but I still felt afraid and it was because of the Joker.

        "Claire." Dick said. My eyes widened, but I didn't say anything back to him. I didn't know what to say. I didn't have anything to say. Even if what the Joker had done only a little while ago wasn't real physically, it certainly was real psychologically.

        "Claire." Dick repeated and still got no response from me. He frowned as I continued to stare with no purpose at his blue eyes. They looked worried and his forehead had creases forming. "Claire, please say something." But I couldn't. The Joker had ruined me again. Dick pressed his lips softly to mine, hoping for some kind of response, but got none. He pulled back and gazed into my eyes. "Please." He gently let his fingers take grasped of my fire-red hair and touched his lips to mine once more. This time I let my own pucker a little and I could feel him smile slightly.

        I loved Dick. I loved him so much it was almost ridiculous. I didn't even know Dick as much as I probably should have, but I knew him enough to know that I loved him. I wanted to talk to him so bad, but something inside of me had just stopped me. And it was the Joker. Just as I has thought I was getting better, things had taken a turn for the worse. As I had said before, even if it wasn't real, it sure felt that way. And I wanted Dick to kiss me and for me to kiss him back, but I was just... afraid. I was so afraid of being violated even more, but I knew he wouldn't do that, so I gave him some type of satisfaction.

        Dick didn't dare to try and push me to my limits. He didn't touch me in many sensual ways, he just kept an arm around my waist to hold me up and support me and the other hand was cupping my face. He didn't try to force his tongue on me and I just let him kiss me. He seemed to hesitant, and I bet he felt bad, but I didn't do anything about it.

        After less than a minute, he pulled away and sighed. "What did he do to you?" He muttered, but it was quite loud. I still hadn't said anything in response. I just began to tremble. "I'm going to kill him!" he yelled. "I'm going to murder him and laugh as I do it and there is no way Bruce is going to stop me this time!"

        Then I began to cry. At first it was silent, and the tears just rolled down my cheeks. Dick was too angry to notice, but once I started to sob he took me in his arms and soaked up my waterworks. I didn't didn't say anything, but I let the water flow. I couldn't express how afraid I was of the Joker. What if I turned back into that Harley chick? Would Dick and Bruce have to attack me as Batman and Robin? Would I attack them back?

        "Claire, how did he hurt you?" I didn't say anything. "Claire, was it real? It couldn't be, could it?" I could see the concern spread across his face even greater than before.

        "Come on Claire, it's okay. You can tell me. He can't hurt you." He squeezed my hand a little. "I promise."

        I nodded and smiled a little, making my exaggerated smile seem even longer. At least I had gotten over the fact that it'd be on my face for the rest of my life.

        I pulled at my clothes and pretended I was ripping them off and made faces full of pain and sorrow.

        "No." Dick let out a tear. "Why? Why is he doing this!" He grabbed onto my shoulders and shook me too harshly. My bottom lip quivered as I abruptly stopped crying and my eyes turned wide. "I'm sorry!" He immediately stated as he regretted his actions.

        I just let out a curt nod and buried my head into his chest. It felt firm, but soft. I could feel him shaking as he cried along with me. But after a while I let my eyes dry out and sniffled.

        He tightened his hold on my as I averted my eyes back up to his face, still frowning. "Claire, please say something." I blinked and thought for a second. I had been screaming so much and laughing uncontrollably and hysterically when the Joker had attacked me only hours ago.

        'Can I even talk? My throat hurts.'

        'I'm sure you can't. You kept screaming my name. You sure liked that, didn't you my dear? Oh Harley, how much I love you.'

        My face went pale, but I opened my mouth to speak. I closed my lips for another moment before simply telling Dick, "I'm scared."

        He held me close to him as a rush of relief washed over his face. "Oh, Claire, I know. I know you are. But it's okay." he cooed to me. Trying to soothe me. "He can't hurt you anymore. I won't let him." But I could tell that he felt guilty because he wasn't able to protect me in the first place. He couldn't protect me in here. I was on my own with my criminal friends. Or at least I thought they were my friends.

        "Dick?" I said hoarsely.

        "Yes?" he replied in a whisper.

        "I love you." I don't know why I told him that. I knew he has kissed me, but he couldn't love me. He couldn't love the face I had. Then I thought about something I hadn't thought about before. 'What does it feel like to kiss me with this kind of face?' I cringed at the thought, but before I could ask or anything like that, he pulled my face to him gently and gave me another kiss. This time I kissed back, only a little. I still had felt so violated. But I just wanted to be loved. And by someone other than that monster of a man.

        He kissed me so passionately, but without hurting me or going too hard. His didn't try to do a French kiss or anything like that. Just softly on the lips. And that was all I needed.

        He pulled away and I felt a small pout form upon the smile on my face and cheeks and he just kissed my forehead.

        "Oh, Claire. I love you too."

        'And dear, so do I.'