plotting to unnerve her

[self_composed]

Bella finds Milliways in the moon palace instead of one of her balconies.

"Huh," she says aloud.

Then, to Alice, Libby, Elena, and Mary, and Lazarus except he autoreplies with a busy message, [Hey folks, Moonstone Palace grew a bar that I don't remember putting in, come check it out.]

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[manofmyword]

He laughs. "You betcha!"

[self_composed]

"Things've calmed down a little again," Bella says, shuddering. "But I don't think I can count on them to stay that way. I need to think of something. Can you think of anything?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"...Do you know where they are?" says Roberta, frowning.

Alice snuggles down on top of the Joker, lets his scratches and bruises fade away, and traces the cut with his fingertips. "Want me to fix this?"

[manofmyword]

"Sure."

[edgeofyourseat]

It only takes a square. He kisses the spot where the cut was; it's left a track of unblemished skin through the scar underneath.

[self_composed]

"In the Joker's room. Alice teleported them there, or I'd have the room number or whatever is used here. Maybe the Bar would tell us. Why? Would that help?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"It would be hard to interfere otherwise, wouldn't it? Even... hypothetically," says Roberta.

[self_composed]

"If I can't even teleport to just outside the room I'll be about twice as alarmed as I am right now," Bella says. She flickers up and down, and, yes, there are conventional doors off conventional hallways, plenty of patrons have to get around by walking. "I can do that much. I can take passengers. But Alice doesn't want to listen to me, the Joker certainly won't, and I don't see his shrink or his Batlady anywhere. Well, maybe the shrink is here and I just don't recognize her, I don't suppose you know who she might be?"

[edgeofyourseat]

Roberta looks deeply uncomfortable.

"You might want to think again about the Batlady."

[self_composed]

"I guess she could also be here and I could not recognize her if -"

Bella stops.

She frowns at Roberta.

"Are you or are you not the Batlady?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"Please don't spread it around," sighs Roberta.

Upstairs, Alice climbs back onto the Joker's bed.

[self_composed]

"I don't think I have a reason to. If things get bad up there again, and I teleport you up and conjure you a bat costume and whatever else, will you try to draw the Joker out?"

[edgeofyourseat]

"Can you conjure the suit without having seen it?" is the first thing she wants to know.

[manofmyword]

The Joker follows Alice, and he brings the knife.

But all he does at first is snuggle.

[self_composed]

"Unless you've got some magic preventing mine from consulting your brain, or you have a bunch of different suits and don't know how to distinguish them," Bella says.

[edgeofyourseat]

"In that case, yes, I'll do it."



Alice finds the scar on the Joker's hip and smooths his hand over it.

Then he says, softly, "I want you to hold me down."

[manofmyword]

"Oh, sweetie," he murmurs. "You sure?"

[self_composed]

"Well," Bella says. "This could be sooner rather than later. But they're fine for right now."

[edgeofyourseat]

"Somehow I don't find that very comforting," says Roberta.



"Yeah, I'm sure," he says. "I want you to fuck me like he fucked me. Like he fucked you."

Because it'll be awful, but right now awful is what he wants. Because he knows that's at least part of what the Joker wants him here for, and he accepts that, he's fine with that, he wants to see what the Joker will make of him.

[manofmyword]

"Mmmkay," he says, kissing Alice's forehead. "Since you asked."

[self_composed]

"Right now Alice is exhibiting the ability to form preferences," Bella says, "and the Joker is exhibiting the ability to abide by them. The fact that the preferences in question are disturbing was never in question. It will not be necessary for you to break down the door until and unless Alice can no longer form or enforce preferences."

[edgeofyourseat]

Roberta frowns.

"If the Joker is pretending to abide by anybody's preferences, it's not for friendly reasons," she says.

[self_composed]

"Oh, I don't trust the Joker as far as I can throw him, and I haven't even bothered adding super-strength, so that would just be aikido trickery if I did decide to throw him," Bella says. "But it doesn't matter whether he's got fucked-up reasons for doing what Alice wants as long as Alice is still in a position to want those things. My problem is that I know less about Alice's psychological tolerances than I do about his physical tolerances and he won't let me check with him conversationally. So if it no longer looks like he wants the things and stays put anyway, while this could go under 'Alice likes things he doesn't like' - it could, he's twisted like that - it could also go under 'Alice does not like things he doesn't like but he's paralyzed'."

[edgeofyourseat]

"You seem to be de facto trusting the Joker not to traumatize your boyfriend," says Roberta. "And I'm not sure I agree. In fact, I'm sure I don't."



Alice shivers. He's frightened, but he likes being frightened, likes the way it makes him want to squirm and hide.

[manofmyword]

The Joker presses Alice down into the bed and drags the knife slowly along his hip, tracing the scar that isn't there.