The Joker Made Me Do It

Chapter twentynine

Okay guys, so I'm just going to warn you now, if you don't like sexual things DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER!!! I promise, it actually really isn't that sexual, but still. If you get squeamish or uncomfortable, then don't read it!

I warned you!!!

Tess <3

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<Claire's POV>

I woke up. God damn it I woke up! I was supposed to die so I wouldn't hurt anyone! "Why do my plans never work..." I mumbled.

"Claire, what the fuck was that?!" I turned to see Dick stating at me with angry eyes. 'Uh-oh'. "Why would you do that!" He was yelling at me and I felt tears slip out of my eyes.

"I was trying to save you." I said in a small whimper and his expression immediately softened.

"All that would have done is hurt me more. Claire, I love you. I've loved you since I first saw you." He brushed my hair out of my face and wiped the tears off of my permanent smile.

"I tried to kill you." I sniffled and sat up. We were in the bat cave and I was confused. I'd lost a lot of blood I was assuming... Did they just have a stash of blood in here? And how did they know my blood type?

I must've said that out loud because Dick laughed and smiled a little and said, "Miss Watson, I'm Robin and I live with Batman. And I'm a millionaire. I wouldn't question it." I didn't say anything. "And Claire, you didn't try to. The Joker did. That wasn't you and I know it wasn't. I know the real you and that wasn't it."

He then did something unexpected. He leaned down and kissed my lips softly. He began to pull away, but suddenly I felt something come over me. It was lust. I had felt it for him before many times, but I'd never let it take control. I was damaged goods, he doesn't want that. But this time I didn't care. I leaned back up into him and pressed my lips harder against his and he stopped pulling away. Then I tried to raise my arms to wrap them around him, but they didn't budge. I snapped my head down to see that I was restrained.

"I should really just expect this now." I sighed. "It's always this way." And I laid back down on the bed in defeat. But then Dick surprised me once more.

"Sorry, Claire. I didn't want you to hurt yourself. You scared me. A lot. Don't you ever do that again!"

"I'm sorry. I won't. I promise." He gave me a stern look like I was a little kid before unbuckling the restraints and pulling my into his arms. I looked at my wrists as he carried me up the stairs leading out of the bat cave. They were wrapped in white gauze, stained with blood.

"Why doesn't it hurt?" I asked quietly.

"What?"

"My wrists."

Dick laughed. "That would be the magical power of morphine."

"You guys should just sell drugs for a living." I mumbled and he laughed once more as he carried me up to his own bedroom, closed the door and locked it.

Dick set me down on the bed and sat over me, straddling me and staring into my eyes, his own eyes raking over my face and body. He wasn't even ashamed of his pervy staring.

"What are we doing?" I asked, and once again I could feel the lust taking over.

"Doing something I've wanted to do for a long time." He murmured before leaning down and kissing my cheeks and scars. But then he abruptly stopped and pulled away from me to look at me with apologizing eyes. "Do you want this? I should have asked. I'm sorry."

I nodded with a sneaky smile. "I think I've wanted this longer then you have." My voice still laced in lust for him. A husky growl came out of his lips and he pressed them to mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth as I gladly accepted. I felt his hands slip under my shirt as he lightly pressed against my stomach to hold him up from crushing me and then continued to travel up to my bra. But before he even dared to touch my breasts, he pulled his hands back down to the hem of my shirt and pulled his face away from mine. He stared into my eyes and I could see the hunger he had for me. He wanted me. It made me feel loved and I forgot why I wanted to end my life in the first place. He continued to look at me as he lifted me up and pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my stomach and bra to him. I could feel my face heat up as I blushed. He could now see the scars all over my stomach. He then pulled off my pants and I was left in just my underwear.

He stopped looking at my face and now paid attention to my body. "You're so beautiful." He whispered as he ran his fingers across my scars, tracing them with his fingertip. I shivered as he touched me. I wasn't used to such a sensual touch in such a long time. It felt nice. I was still blushing as he touched my stomach and legs. I was embarrassed, I'll admit it. He was looking at my damaged body. I was disgusting. But maybe he didn't believe that. He didn't say anything cruel or harsh.

He didn't say anything, but just looked back up to my face before taking my hands as he sat up and placing them on the hem of his own shirt, allowing me to pull it over him and discard it on the floor. He then stood up to take off his pants and I could see just how excited he was through his boxers. That only turned me on more. I wanted him. And I wanted him bad.

He got back onto the bed, straddling me once more and let his hands run over my stomach until he reached my bra once more. This time he touched the black materials softly with his fingers and I couldn't help but let out a quiet moan. He flicked his eyes over to mine sharply and I could see his mouth twitch up into a smirk. He was enjoying this. I watched his face as he looked back down to my breasts and lifted my back softly to quickly unclip the hooks in one swift motion. Next thing I knew, I was laying back down on the bed exposed.

"Seems like you've had some practice with that, Mr. Grayson." I couldn't help but frown at the thought of him with other girls. He saw the small frown and quickly leaned in to kiss my lips.

"I've never loved anyone as much as I've loved you." He told me. I kissed him back as I felt reassurance wash over me and I felt better about it.

He brought his attention back to my aching breasts as he played with them softly with his soft, warm hands, and his welcoming mouth. I couldn't help it as more moans escape my mouth. I felt embarrassed, but at the same time I didn't care. I knew he liked up because every time I made a noise, I could feel him smirk against my skin.

He then brought his hand down to the edge of my panties and ripped them off, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. Now I was completely naked and I couldn't stop blushing. He could see all of my scars on my body and my face. He could see my imperfections. He could see the real me.

"Quit blushing, Claire," he laughed quietly. "You're too beautiful for your own good and you just can't see that, can you?" I didn't say anything. I only brought my gauzed up hands and wrists down to pull off his own boxers to reveal his manhood... Man, was he in the mood. That only made me more excited.

He then reached into the side table to pull out a condom from his nightstand... I knew what he liked to get up to now... And quickly slid it on. Then he put his hands on my inner thighs and gently coaxed them outward and I complied eagerly. He then positioned himself.

"Claire... Claire I love you." He whispered. "Don't you ever do that again." I could see the pained expression on his face. And it turned into love when I said, "never again. I love you too, Richard." And with that said, he plunged in.