Warning: Spanking
It's 2
Time to eat
Gotta eat
Gotta eat now
Can't wait
It's been a few days since the breakfast incident. Billie is still in the room. Locked in like an animal. She refused to leave and Joker was perfectly fine with that.
She's staring at the clock on the wall, watching the seconds tick. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick. It stops and Billie glares at it. No reason behind it.
The door opens and she continues to stare down the clock. "Come eat". "No". Billie keeps staring down the clock, not bothering to move. "He wants you down there today". "Go. Away". The door closes and she lays back, looking up at the ceiling, the room filling with tick tocks again.
"Come eat, Princess". Billie ignores the man, favoring the sight of the ceiling. "And now you want to ignore me"? Billie still doesn't answer. "Remember the conversation about the removal of your tongue and ears"? Billie continues to ignore him, not even caring about his intentions.
Joker stalks to her and grabs her jaw. "Come eat or I'll shove lunch down your throat myself". Billie's eyes never drift from the ceiling as she whispers, "Do what you want with me".
Joker smirks and stands her up, pushing her against the wall. "Anything". Only now does it seem to click for Billie. She looks at him in fear and can't even find it in her to say something. Her eyes drift away from his face and she tries to distract herself. She notes his outfit. His exposed chest and the tattoos that litter it. His voice brings her back to reality.
"I think I can better your attitude". "My attitude is fine". "I don't think so". "Don't touch me". "Shh. Stay still". Joker kisses her cheek and down her neck, stopping at her shoulder. "Look at how still you've become. Daddy likes it". Billie shrugs. She's locked in so why even fight? There's no sense in it. So for the last time, she truly gives up.
"Look at daddy, baby". Billie's eyes shift to him and lock with his cerulean eyes. She notes the change. How bright they've become, how they're beginning to darken, the indigo spreading from the center.
Joker picks her up and kisses her lips. A simple peck. Too sweet for the man. "Let's go eat". As he walks to the dining room, Billie's cheeks flood with color. He kissed her. And she kind of liked it.
Joker sits with Billie in his lap and rubs her sides. "What would you like, Princess"? Billie shrugs and bites the corner of her lip. "Not picky". Joker lifts a brow and turns her head to the side. "Decide". Billie resists the urge to roll her eyes and shrugs. "Can I just have a sandwich"? "No. What do you want"? Before Billie thinks, she blurts, "To go home". Billie sighs and braces herself for whatever this man has planned.
Joker turns her around and sits her on the table. "What? You don't like being with me? Am I not good enough for you? Huh? Am I scary? What is it"?! Joker is now standing, his angry vein popping from his neck. Billie swallows audibly, his yell making her flinch. "I didn't say that".
He grabs her hips and growls. "What is it then? Why don't you want me"? Billie looks up with big doe eyes and sniffles. "I'm scared". "Why"? Billie just looks away and sighs. She's scared because he's The Joker. Who isn't afraid of that man? He's a scary man. He kills without a second thought.
"Why are you afraid of me"? He brushes her hair away from her face and tilts her head back. "You could kill me and no one would even know. You could kill my family and I wouldn't know. They could already be dead. And you wouldn't even tell me. You're insane". "Insane"?
Joker laughs and slides Billie closer by her hips. "No baby. I'm the devil". Joker leans in and kisses Billie, her lips trembling against his. She kisses back, slowly and timidly. He keeps his grip on her hips and smirks.
Joker decides to take things a little further. He kisses down her neck, leaving marks in his wake and tests Billie. He runs his hands down her thighs and smirks as she wraps them around his waist. He sucks a bruise beneath her ear and smirks as she sucks in a harsh breath. He can feel her clench her jaw to keep in the moan that threatens to fall from her mouth. "Moan for me Billie. Let me hear you".
The moan that slips from Billie is angelic. Joker nearly groans at the sound. He nips at her ear and hums at the goosebumps that rise on her skin. He sucks one last mark into the column of her throat before he deems himself done.
Joker pulls back and basks in the pathetic whine that falls from Billie's mouth. "Needy, are we"? Billie seems to fall back into reality and detaches herself with a red face. She looks down in shame and sighs. What did she just do? "Joker. I didn't mean to do that. I don't know what happened". Said man snarls at her.
"What was that Princess"? "I didn't mean to do that. I'm sorry Joker". Joker grabs her jaw and tilts her head back, his eyes a darkened indigo. "What's my name Princess"? "J-Joker"? His grip tightens enough to bruise and Billie sucks in a harsh breath. "What's my name"? "Joker". He squeezes harder and there will definitely be bruises tomorrow. "Billie. Billie Billie Billie Billie Billie. What is my name"? "Jo-". "Correctly please".
It becomes all too clear what he wants to hear. He drops his grip and rubs her cheek with the pad of his thumb. "Come on baby. Tell me". "Daddy". Joker smiles and kisses her cheek. "Good girl. I knew you'd figure it out ".
Joker sits in his chair and rubs Billie's thighs. "Look so pretty. Pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty pretty". He kisses each of her knees and keeps his calloused hands on her thighs. "Maybe we should give you a bath after lunch. Speaking of, what do you want"? "Fruit". "Billie. That isn't enough". "That's all I really want". "You can have anything baby. Anything". "I just want fruit". "What kind"? "Um... strawberries"? "And"? "Mango"? "And"? "Pineapple"? "Done".
Joker snaps and in runs his chef. "Yes sir"? "Make a bowl of fruit. Pineapple, mango and strawberries. And a drink. Mint green tea". The man rushes to fix the bowl, a shake in his hands.
"I like seeing you from this view. I should do it more often". He runs his hands down her sides and smiles. "Pretty girl".
Billie notices his change of mood and how touchy he's become and deems it safe to calm down. Only a bit. "Daddy"? "Yes"? "Why don't you ever eat"? "I do". "You didn't eat breakfast that one morning". "I'm not much of a morning person". "Why aren't you eating now"? "Why are you asking so many questions"? "I'm curious".
Joker smirks and brings the girl to his lap. "Are you gonna be a good girl for me today"? Billie nods and nibbles on her lip for a moment. "Am I allowed to touch you"? Joker chuckles at that. "Where at"? "Your tattoos. I want to feel them". Joker nods with a smile and sets her hands on his chest.
Billie notes this is the first time he's smiled and actual smile. Nothing sadistic. It's actually quite nice. She traces his jester tattoo first, her face contorting into one of concentration. It feels rough. Like a worn down tire.
She moves her hand to the laughter tattoos and traces those. There's so many. But I guess that's why they call him joker.
"Do you like to laugh"? "No", he pauses and takes her jaw into his hand. "I love it". Billie stares at his blood red lips in a daze and snaps out of it when the chef walks in. He sets the bowl of fruit in front of her and the tea beside it. Billie thanks him and watches him leave.
"You don't have to thank him". "It's a nice thing to do". Joker hums and rearranges the girl in his lap, turning her sideways so he can fees her.
He feeds her for about five minutes before she pulls her face away. "What"? "I'm full". "He worked so hard and you can't even finish it". "I'll finish it if you take a bite". "Why would I do that"? Billie shrugs and Joker only sighs at the action. "Fine".
Billie picks up a mango slice and brings it to the man's lips. He takes a bite and his face twists into one of disgust. The notorious Joker, all big and bad doesn't like mango.
"I don't know how you can eat that shit". "I don't see how you can't". "Are you talking back to daddy"? Billie knows he's joking and she confidently answers, "Yes". "Maybe daddy should spank you for that smart mouth". Billie shrugs her shoulders and smirks. "Maybe".
Joker stands up and sets her down. "Bend over". Billie obeys his command obediently and bends over. "Count for me". When the first hit comes, Billie revels in the delicious burn. "One". She counts to ten and he stands her up, smirking at her. "I love you Princess". "I love you t-".
Billie jolts awake and sighs. When will these dreams end? Why can't Joker just leave her mind.
I won't break. Not that easily. I'm putting up a fight whether he wants one or not. Be ready, Joker.