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When The Joker is imprisoned in a nameless hell, what will happen when he meets one of its demons?
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The Joker blinks slowly, trying to wake up. He feels completely numb but he makes an effort to turn on his side, trying to see if you are around. He notices your shape about 6 feet away from him, eyes closed, your hands resting on your tummy. You look asleep.
"Hey, doll, wake up!" he grumbles, pushing himself to get on his knees. The taste of ashes, metal and blood in his mouth suddenly makes him gag. He spits out black saliva over and over again, coughing, attempting to clear his throat.
"Jeez, what the hell is this?" he grunts, disgusted, wiping his mouth. His eyes turn towards you again.
"Doll, are you OK?... Hey, hey!"
Absolutely no reaction.
He crawls on his four to get closer and stops right next to you. The grass around is burned and you still emanate some heat. He sees your eyes uncontrollably moving under your closed eyelids, your lips muttering words he can't understand. You frown; afterwards a small smile appears on your lips, then nothing. You are such an interesting creature. Nothing exciting happened to him while captive, and he sure loves excitement. He studies you, intrigued, and with a groan he brings his knees to his face, resting his cheeks on them. J's blue gaze goes up and down your body and something gets his attention: a thin gold band on your ring finger.
Do you belong to somebody? he wonders, wishing he knew the answer for his personal knowledge.
You are so quiet, completely still now and he realizes it doesn't look like you're breathing anymore. Mister J leans over and places his head on your chest, trying to hear if there's any heartbeat. He deeply inhales your scent, pressing himself even harder against you. God, he didn't touch a woman in months.
*First he was at Arkham prison for a couple of weeks, waiting for Frost and his men to come bust him out. Before it happened, he was moved. They came one night, cornered him in his cell and poked him with syringes. The Joker tried to fight them but the drug made him weak and he felt asleep. When he gained consciousness, he was in the glass prison. He lost track of time in there. Nobody was really talking to him, there was no notion of night or day; all they did was keeping him there with no explanation.*
J starts purring, glad he can finally sense your heartbeat. His left hand caresses your shoulder, his chin resting on your chest for a few brief seconds. His eyes carefully scout your face for any trace of movement. He buries his face in your neck, smelling you again.
"Don't do that," you suddenly whisper, while cautiously pushing him away. "SHE gets jealous." The only answer is a low growl.
Mister J gets up, struggling to stay on his feet. He grabs your hand, helping you up too.
"Say, kitten, where the hell are we?" he scoffs, looking around, totally disoriented.
"Close to Gotham, maybe 3 hours away. I know this area is secure, don't worry. Nobody comes to these woods anymore," you sigh, stretching, starting to walk down a small path in between the trees.