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An Unlikely Encounter ch.32

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CHAPTER 32

In the end, we decided to keep the Joker's limp, unconscious body in my unbelievably vast closet. We agreed to keep him in the corner nearest to the door, so that if anyone decided to pop their heads in, they wouldn't see him unless they went inside.

We tied him up with as much cloth as we could around his torso, arms, hands, knees and feet. The end result resembled something out of a psychiatric ward in an insane asylum, except that the doctors used feminine sweaters and tops as material for the straightjacket. We weren't stupid though; because we made sure that his arms were clutched behind his back tightly, away from each other, and plastered to his sides so that it would at least be immensely difficult for someone to get out of it . . .

But then again, this is the Joker we're dealing with, so honestly, we're shooting in the dark on this one.

"Babe! Hold up your fucking end! I feel like I'm practically picking him up bridal style!"

I turned to look at my partner in crime and best friend Roxanne, who so graciously offered to help me carry his body into my closet, which was surprisingly not as short of a distance as one would normally assume.

Damn Bruce and his unnecessarily spacious quarters.

"Sorry, girlie. I guess I'm just a bit . . . terrified of him waking up, so—"

"Have you seen the bump on his head!?" Roxanne argued immediately. "I honestly doubt he's going to be conscious any time soon."

I released the breath that apparently I had been holding. I knew she was right. The Joker did appear to be pret-ty unresponsive . . . not to say that I was about to behave recklessly, though. So without commenting on Roxanne's statement, I adjusted my grip only slightly, hoping that she would catch on to my anxiety.

She did of course, and with a heavy sigh, she held even more of the Joker's weight, so that I could focus on cradling his head in my arms.

Eventually, we managed to get him into the closet and set his wrapped up body against the wall. It wasn't the best arrangement I admit, but honestly, it was either this, or keeping him in the bathtub of my bathroom, and at least this way, I still get to shower without the constant fear of being seen naked by him.

A strange shiver ran up my spine at the prospect of the Joker watching me undress, and I momentarily forgot that I was still within the presence of my best friend, who, of course, immediately picked up on my strange behavior.

Roxanne peered at me suspiciously. "What just happened?" She asked.

I knew what she was trying to ask me, but I dodged the question.

"Well," I sighed. "We kinda just tied up an unconscious psychopath in my closet—"

"No! No! Not that." Roxanne rolled her eyes at me. "I remember THAT. I was there for all of it after all." Roxanne stopped us after we exited my room by putting a hand out, and turning me around to faced her directly.

She gazed right into my hazel eyes and gave me her 'I'm-not-going-to-take-any-bullshit-from-you' face.

"I meant what just happened to make you shiver like that? And don't try to tell me it was from fear, because those lies are NOT gonna fly with me. Ya hear?"

I only sighed deeply. From that one reaction though, I knew that Roxanne understood.

"Babe!" She exclaimed.

"I know! I know, okay?" I screeched desperately. "I am fully aware of my mental disability okay?! I know that what's happening is unexpected at best, I mean, who in their right mind would—would—"

"Fall in love with the most notorious murdering psychopath in Gotham City?"

I groaned loudly, my hands flying to my face from the shame. I heard Roxanne heave a huge sigh.

"Well what about him?" She asked me in a flat voice.

"What? What about him?"

Roxanne hesitated a bit a shuffled her feet. "Does he love you too?"

The thought alone was enough to make me burst into loud peals of laughter. Roxanne's eyes went wide with surprise in reaction to my spontaneous behavior, which only served to amuse me further.

"Oh . . . yeah," I managed between my fits of chuckles. "I bet almost choking me to death and preparing to torture me was just some sort of kinky foreplay."

Roxanne kinda snickered a bit, but didn't respond right away. After a few moments, I regained my composure, and opened my eyes to see her standing with a serious look on her face.

"How long are you planning on keeping him here?" Any trace of a smile I had slipped right off my face.

"Or better yet," She continued, "How long do you suppose you have before Bruce catches wind of it? What even makes you think he doesn't already know about it?"

A cement block settled itself in the pit of my stomach at the prospect of Bruce finding out about the Joker. I wasn't sure exactly what his connection was with the madman, but his reaction to the Joker's escape was quite severe, and that put me a bit on edge about informing him of anything.

I didn't respond to her question right away, as I was still weighing my options. I finally settled on a solution. Or . . . somewhat of a solution.

"I'm only going to keep him here for two nights. I just—I just need to figure out a few things with him, you know? I need to understand why he's so—angry."

Roxanne gave me that you-are-so-gonna-get-busted look, but didn't say anything. We finished the trip down the hallway to her room a few seconds later.

It was at that moment I remembered that I still had no idea how Roxanne knew that that I was in trouble.

"Wait." Roxanne turned to face me.

"How did you know that I needed help?" I asked, still a bit astonished by it.

Roxanne's face broke out into an infectious grin. "I couldn't sleep." She responded. "Something felt wrong, so I went to go talk to you about it to see if I you felt the same. That's when I saw him . . ." Roxanne made a vague gesture to illustrate the awkward pose we were in. "And then I held him talking about killing you. I freaked." She shrugged and grinned sheepishly.

My body shook slightly from my laughter, and I gave Roxanne one more big hug.

"G'night Miss Jackson." I said jokingly, as it became our new thing to mock the way that Alfred said goodnight to us.

"G'night Miss Quinzel." She returned with a smile.

The walk back to my rooms was not a pleasant one. My mind kept drifting to all sorts of scenarios that involved the Joker being discovered and me going to jail. My life would be absolutely demolished; no artistic career, no money, I'd be considered a traitor by the entire city . . . by Bruce . . .

And just like that a maelstrom of paradoxical emotions associated with that name washed over me. The matter of Bruce was definitely still up in the air. What exactly were my feelings for him?

I definitely care about him, that's for sure. And the attraction is definitely present 100%, no doubt about it . I mean, how could I possibly resist? He's rich, intelligent, handsome beyond belief, classy, and in some ways highly intense.

My mind then began to go over all the ways that Bruce could turn his intensity for other tasks—

I shook my head violently. 'Now was not the time to fantasize about the sexy bachelor whose house I was currently residing within. Especially not with the Joker hidden away in my fucking closet!' I admonished myself violently.

One second later, I was swept up off my feet, and clutched to a hard chest. That one motion scared me so bad that I  couldn't help but screamed bloody murder.

A familiar, rich, velvety voice chuckled deeply. Bruce held me bridal style in his arms as he strode down the hallways in the direction of my room.

"I'm sorry," He laughed. "I guess I got a bit carried away."

I smacked his arm and he only laughed harder. "I nearly died!" I screeched loudly. Bruce then laughed so heartily that I could feel his body shaking as he carried me. When I saw his face as he held my body up against his chest, laughing so genuinely, I was dazzled; he looked so light and carefree in that moment with his eyes crinkled and his white, gleaming teeth flashing, that I was at a loss for words.

As cliché as it sounds, I don't think I've ever seen something so radiant on a human being in my entire twenty-three years of life.

Bruce caught me staring at him, and stopped laughing.

"What?' He asked curiously, His voice still held a hint of a laugh in it.

I shook my head, a bit embarrassed. "Nothing." I replied quickly. Bruce narrowed his eyes playfully at me.

"Don't give me that. What were you thinking? You had the strangest expression on your face just now." Bruce gazed directly at me, and there was literally no place to turn seeing as I was currently being carried by this surprisingly strong man.

"You're beautiful."

I blurted out the words before they could register in my mind. My face drained of all color, and I wanted nothing more then to shrivel up and die right there. I was so embarrassed, I felt a bit sick.

Bruce's smile slipped right off of his face, and he suddenly became very serious.

Beautiful?!? 'You're beautiful'!?' I internally screeched. 'Who says that to a man? Who says that to Bruce? Oh my God, kill me now; you'd be doing me a favor.'

I barely caught that Bruce had said something.

"What?" I asked on reflex. Bruce smiled and looked at me.  

"I said, 'Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.'"

My eyes locked on his, and it was like someone took a bucket and rinsed away everything else in the world except for him. A pleasant warmth slowly crept up my body, and it was all I could do to not smash my lips to his right there and then.

"I bet you say that to all the girls," I admonished quietly.

Bruce chuckled but didn't break eye contact. He paused for a moment before his smile grew wider.

"I think we both know that's a lie."

My face hurt with the strength of my smile, and I covered it with my hand from embarrassment. Bruce frowned at me. "Don't do that, I wanna see it!"

I didn't respond and I kept my hand firmly in place. Bruce shook his head and smiled good-naturedly.

"This is not going to work," Bruce muttered enigmatically, shaking his head with a smile. In one swift move, Bruce swung me down on my feet, swept my hand away from my mouth, and covered my lips with his.

Saying that I was shocked would be a gross understatement. I was baffled maybe, perplexed definitely, stupefied absolutely. But did I care? No.

Just like that Bruce and I were wrapped around each other as only two bodies could be. I felt like I was being swallowed up whole, and we kissed like the world was crumbling down around us. My entire being was tingling and searing and my mind was swirling. Bruce's arms were wrapped around my waist as he held me tightly, and I found my hands wrapped around his neck.

Bruce pulled away set a look on me that nearly made my knees weak. "Your room or mine?"

I barely had enough sense left within me to say 'yours' before Bruce once again swept me up into his arms with a surprised yelp from me, and pretty much sprinted over to his rooms.

He set me down only when both our bodies were within the confines of his bedroom, and immediately set about walking us both backwards. I felt the back of my legs hit something solid before Bruce and I tumbled down onto his bed.

I hadn't realized that Bruce and I had been kissing without tongue until I felt his nudging my lips open. And boy, if I thought kissing him before was spectacular . . . To my horror, I might've made a happy little squeak when I felt his hands roaming my body furiously, my skin tingling everywhere that his hands touched.

Bruce broke away from me momentarily and sat up a bit. I mourned his absence until he unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest.

My eyes grew large. He. Was. The embodiment. Of perfection. I took in the way the moonlight shining into the dark room from the lone window hit his chest and emphasized his perfectly toned body, and beautifully sculpted abs. Oh God. I didn't think that bodies like his existed outside of photo-shopped Abercrombie model ads.

Somewhere in my mind I registered his chuckle of amusement in reaction to my obvious appreciation. My eyes snapped up to his impatiently, hopefully conveying the fact that if he didn't ravage me RIGHT NOW, I was prepared to tackle him for it.

Luckily, Bruce returned to my eager form equally as impatient, and continued to kiss me passionately. We were gasping desperately at that point. Both of us wanting this so bad it hurt. I was so far gone that in that moment, I doubt I'd be able to recognize up from down no matter how hard I'd tried.

He then left my lips and moved down to my neck, giving me a chance to breathe.

I still couldn't think though, as the little nips and licks on my neck were driving me crazy. My body was overheating and I briefly feared that I might just actually catch on fire if I got any hotter.

I wasn't aware of any sounds that I had been making, but suddenly Bruce stopped his ministrations and growled.

"Katherine. I swear to God. If you keep making those sounds I don't think I'm going to last very long."

I didn't think I could be any more turned on than I already was, but I was very sorely mistaken. He didn't give me a chance to respond, not that I would've been able to given my current state, and greedily went back to tasting every inch of my neck.

My hands flew to his hair as I enjoyed all the things that his glorious mouth was doing to me, but I knew then for a fact that I was still making those noises. Suddenly, Bruce pulled himself back up to my face, and crushed his lips against mine as he grabbed both of my wrists into one of his, and pinned them up above my head.

Everything was moving so fast and his hands just felt so good that I didn't even notice when he'd removed my shirt until he began working on my bra. It was at that moment that I had the fleeting thought about what it would feel like to have the Joker do these things to me.

I gasped as realization hit me like a bucket of freezing water to my body, because suddenly it felt all wrong. Bruce's hands were not right. His lips tasted weird, and I began to feel used—dirty even.

"Stop! Stop!" I gasped desperately. Bruce either didn't hear me, or decided to interpret my words differently.

"Bruce!" I said a bit more urgently. Apparently he felt my body stiffen, because he pulled away slightly to look at me.

"What?" He asked breathlessly. "You want to do it yourself?" It took my mind a second to acknowledge that he was talking about my clothing.

"No. No! I—We—Aren't we moving a bit fast?" I stuttered quickly.

Bruce looked adorably confused and for a moment I felt bad for him. He then blinked and I could tell that he was still in the mood for sex.  That's when I actually noticed his certain something urgently prodding my thigh; a certain something that didn't bother me until just now.

I blushed deeply, and rolled out from under him. I stood up from the fluffy comforters of Bruce's bed and began grabbing the loose articles of clothing that seemed to have come off during our heated make--out session.

I was about to turn around to leave before I felt a hand close around my wrist, holding me firmly in place.

I turned to see Bruce who looked entirely baffled and a bit hurt at my sudden rejection. His eyes pleaded with me to stay. "Katherine," He said softly, causing my heart to clench painfully in my chest. "If I—If you think we're moving too fast, then I won't push anything. We can take it slow if you want."

I hesitated.

"I just—" Bruce continued, preventing me from having a chance to respond, "I feel a connection to you and I—I'd like to start a relationship."

He said it almost like a question, and part of me wanted to jump back into his bed and accept his offer, accept him in every way possible, but the other part of me was tied to the Joker, and I knew that I'd never be able to give myself fully to this spectacular man until I sorted out my feelings for the other one.

"I need to sort some things out, Bruce. I—You wouldn't want to be with me in a time like this." I said. Bruce's face fell.

"That's not a . . . rejection though. I just really need some time to think about everything, but I promise you that I'll give you a straight answer soon, okay?"

Bruce's expression flickered just a bit before he grew completely expressionless. He released his grip on my arm and I practically flew out of the room. The moment I shut the door behind me, I heard him groan loudly in frustration.

I had almost been consumed by guilt by the time I returned to my room, and I too, was beginning to feel the frustration kicking in.

Why could I just have gone through with it? God knows I needed it. I'm sure an outlet for all my stress would have been welcome had I allowed it, but no. Now I'm just going to be even more frustrated then I've ever been with all this sexual tension between Bruce and I, and my mind's refusal to let me give in to it.  

I walked though the door of my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed face-first the moment that it was within my reach.

Bruce wants to have a relationship with me. BRUCE WAYNE wants to have a relationship with ME and I turned him down. What the fuck was wrong with me?! I am quite possibly the biggest douche that has ever existed in the history of mankind.

It didn't help that now I knew. I guess I knew before, but not like this. Roxanne was right—I was in love with the Joker. And not only that, but I was beginning to fall for Bruce too.

Suddenly, the weight of my situation fell on me all at once. Anger and frustration towards myself bubbled up within me, and I yelled as loudly as I could into one of my pillows. I yelled for a long time because it felt so good to finally release some of my frustration regardless of how little.

When I was done, I remained in that position until my mind grew weary with exhaustion, and I passed out.

Within the closet of my bedroom, someone was laughing.
SCHOOL+Free time = yeah right, like that exists. :( I would love to tell you guys that my tardiness will never happen again, unfortunately, I'm afraid that I can't promise anything. I will still try to go for every two weeks though . . .

ANYWAYS! This chapter was a little, and I need to know with you guys. MORE!? LESS!? Nothing ever again? Because i'm PRETTY PRETTY sure that there will be chapter where things get a bit . . . heated . . . again, but even more so. Should I do that? It's pretty much going to be a chapter within itself, so if you all veto it, then I guess I'll leave that chapter out. :/

LEMME KNOW PLEASE.

-Rookielyfe

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Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
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Chapter 11: [link]
Chapter 12: [link]
Chapter 13: [link]
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Chapter 19: [link]
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Chapter 24: [link]
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Chapter 26: [link]
Chapter 27: [link]
Chapter 28: [link]
Chapter 29: [link]
Chapter 30: [link]
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I just melted into a freaking puddle. =___=
The way you're writing.. it's like I'm there :faint: