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She responded to his playful nips with a grin a few giggles. But then, as she sat on his lap, he asked her about being immortal. Her smile slowly grew serious and she couldn’t quite know the correct way to explain it. “Well, no, I cannot pass the gift on, since I am not the original vampire… I’m not even much of a vampire, and I removed my fangs a while back.” 

She feared he would not enjoy hearing that, and try and kill her, which true, she could easily take him on, but she was tired, and didn’t wish to fight with him. “But, if you give me some time, I can try to umm… gather some of Barnabas’s blood, or arrange for your own ‘special’ biting session with him…”

She’s lucky she’s a total babe. Thought Joker. Besides her sex and immortality, her usefulness just about ended there. But wait- is it true she could get a sample of Barney Bus’s blood and render him immortal? This thought very much intrigued him. “How about this: You go find some of that white guy’s blood, and bring it back here. Then, we can celebrate.” Joker’s bare hand slid around her breast and he squeezed it merrily, giggling. “What do you say, Doctor? I have a nice purple bed at home that’s calling for us! HEHEHEHEEEHHAAAHAHHAHAHHAH!” Joker winked at the sexy doctor sitting in his lap.

The breast fondling was getting boring, so she gave him a mercy gasp, and stood up. Then she picked up her scattered clothes, putting her bra back on, and then panties, following the rest. She turned to focus on his white face and said, “Very well Joker, I think I can help you there, but under no circumstances am I helping every psychopath that crawls the streets of Gotham.” She approached him and grabbed his chin pulling him closer to her face, with effortless strength. Once their eyes were merely inches away from each other, she smirked and whispered, “Got it?”  

Whoa. Joker glared as she stopped messing with his hair and she stood up, putting her clothes on. Who did she think she is? I AM THE KING OF GOTHAM! Joker angrily thought as his wide smile turned into a grimace. She lowered her face to his, then he pulled her back up by her shirt collar. “NO. You listen!” Joker twirled her around and pushed her down onto the couch, so roughly she screamed. “You don’t tell me what to do? I OWN this city, and if you so much as give me a single order, you can kiss that pretty face of yours goodbye. And furthermore, I wasn’t asking you. THIS IS AN ORDER. Go get me the blood of Barney Cullen, and I’ll let you live. GOT IT?” Joker sneered in her face, his mouth so close to hers she spat on her multiple times while he told her off. He could see the worried look in her eyes as things suddenly turned serious. 

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She responded to his playful nips with a grin a few giggles. But then, as she sat on his lap, he asked her about being immortal. Her smile slowly grew serious and she couldn’t quite know the correct way to explain it. “Well, no, I cannot pass the gift on, since I am not the original vampire… I’m not even much of a vampire, and I removed my fangs a while back.” 

She feared he would not enjoy hearing that, and try and kill her, which true, she could easily take him on, but she was tired, and didn’t wish to fight with him. “But, if you give me some time, I can try to umm… gather some of Barnabas’s blood, or arrange for your own ‘special’ biting session with him…”

She’s lucky she’s a total babe. Thought Joker. Besides her sex and immortality, her usefulness just about ended there. But wait- is it true she could get a sample of Barney Bus’s blood and render him immortal? This thought very much intrigued him. “How about this: You go find some of that white guy’s blood, and bring it back here. Then, we can celebrate.” Joker’s bare hand slid around her breast and he squeezed it merrily, giggling. “What do you say, Doctor? I have a nice purple bed at home that’s calling for us! HEHEHEHEEEHHAAAHAHHAHAHHAH!” Joker winked at the sexy doctor sitting in his lap.

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The Joker’s embrace got Julia hot. She hadn’t felt the touch of a willing man in years and she wanted more. “My my, Mister J, I mean Mr. Joker, you have quite a way with your mouth, almost superhuman.” Her own comment brought upon thoughts and questions, also piecing together that the white make-up look was actually his skin, and his hair actually green. As she stirred up some thoughts, he suggested they leave and he pulled a wonderfully designed umbrella that shielded them both and he talked to his henchmen on his walkie talkie. She set her focus on him and asked, “So, I answered my vampire questions, may I know what your condition is with your appearance, how did this happen to you?”

“You wanna know about little ‘ol me? HeehehahahahAHAHAHAHA!!!” Joker laughed as the ice cream truck swerved around the corner, once again driven by two of his goons wearing clown masks. The truck pulled up beside them and Joker helped Dr. Hoffman into the back. The interior of the ice cream truck was a mess. The freezers had been cleared to make a sort of ‘living room’ in the back. The walls were splattered with green and purple paint, where someone had crudely drawn several pictures of Batman and the Joker, worthy for a first grader. In the middle, a fancy, high-class mini-couch sat admist the mayhem of the polace, and Joker pushed her down into one of the seats, and he sat beside her. The door to the truck closed and began to move quickly, winding through the different lanes of the road. Joker sat beside her, twirling his fingers through her hair.

“Very well, I’ll tell you about me. You see, there was this… guy… who dressed up as a bat! A BAT! HEHEHEHAHAHA!!! Allow  Joe here to demonstrate.” Joker gestured towards one of his goons, who removed his mask. The guy was mid-thirties, gruff, and wore a huge grin, though nothing in comparison to Joker. He reached behind the couch and pulled out a brown paper sack, which someone had scribbled with marker all over. He placed the bag on his head. It resembled Batman’s mask, if it were dramn by a five-year-old. The man flapped his hangs like wings. The Joker continued talking as the truck kept driving:

“You see, this guy, let’s call him “BAT-MAN”, was making the people of Gotham, my home, sad!” Joker frowned as far as he could. “So I, Mister Joker, descended from heaven to save the day! HOOOOOORAYYYY!! BUT WAIT! “Bat-Man” was like “no you son of a bitch” and shoved me into a vat of toxic chemicals. You know, that old chestnut. But what Bat-Man DIDN’T know is that he created ME! I became stronger, smarter, intellectualer!” Joker wrapped his arms around her. The woman’s soft skin radiated hot sex. “And here we are, of course there was a fight, blah blah blah, but now I’m BACK! And ready to give Batman HELL!” Joker stood up and swung a punch at Joe, dressed as Batman in the paper bag. Joe fell backwards against the driver’s seat as Joker kicked him in the side. Joe screamed for help, screamed for mercy, but Joker kept kicking as hard as he could. Then, Joker lifted the poor man’s head, and bashed it against the side of the car until blood began pouring out of his skull. Joker opened the door to the car, while it was traveling at 50 miles an hour, and kicked the body out onto the road. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m allergic to bats! HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!”

Julia walked into the truck, it wrecked of mold and paint, and that was proved by it’s appearance. She didn’t mind though, for some reason if this meant she could get closer to this Joker man, she would take the risk, I mean, what the hell did she have to lose? She sat down and listened as he started to draw out the picture with his words. Nodding her head when he mentioned this ‘bat-man’ fellow, because she had met him once before and heard a tale or two from Miss Vale. But was he really this god like figure? And Batman was the villain in this story? The Joker was hiding something here, though Julia couldn’t put her finger on it, until he said he was pushed into chemicals. 

‘So that’s the explanation in a nutshell, the chemicals had a number of physical and mental side-effects…’ she thought to herself, but then continued to listen and watch his goon imitate Batman. Once he finished, Julia smiled and replied, “Yes, we are here, together.” She was feeling herself give into him more each time he touched her. Perhaps it was another type of side-effect, more of a sexual drive or better understanding of the art of pleasuring a women. But then he started to get violent with his goon, really violent. Screams were heard and blood splattered on the dashboard and the next thing Julia knew, a body drifted out of the seat and the Joker was laughing like a loon. ‘How do they find me…’ Julia thought to herself, but suddenly a new thought occurred. Was she turned on by this display of rage? Her lips quivered and she started to laugh along with the Joker. “I will admit, that is a funny allergy, Hehehehehehahahaha!”

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Julia was a bit surprised by how interested the Joker became about vampires, since she thought bats just weren’t his cup of tea. “Well, depends. If you are Barnabas then you have a witch curse you into a vampire. If your me-” she said pulling her hair back to reveal the small dots that were Barnabas’ teeth marks, “Have one bite you. As for powers, well I am not a full vampire, I just have the power of immortality, speedy dashing, and my nails can become sharp at will. Barnabas however can do all of that, plus abnormal strength, fangs to suck one dry of blood, and the power of flight.” As she finished her sentence about explaining what he wanted to know, she looked into his eye and asked, “But why would you care about little old things like that, my dear?”

“No reason!” Joker lunged for her neck, passionately kissing her and sucking on her pale, soft skin. He moved upwards and kissed her lips once more, as they longed for his touch. He could feel her anticipation as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, eventually coming two feel her upper canines. Could she bite me? Joker’s mind became formulated by plans as he pushed into her. He was at a loss for breath, but he continued as both of them released and inhaled the cold air, completely filling their empty lungs. “My dear, let’s get out of here.” He began pulling something out of the front of his pants… higher and higher, he pulled out a bright purple umbrella, with a smiley-face handle. He opened it and covered them both, calling his goons on his walkee-talkee. “Boys, find a place to stay for the evening for Miss Hoffman and I.” He longed for immortality. Every day, his life was threatened at the hands of a dim-witted man who dresses up as a rodent. Perhaps she had more than just petty sex to give him. He looked back at her, anxious and determined to find out the answer.

The Joker’s embrace got Julia hot. She hadn’t felt the touch of a willing man in years and she wanted more. “My my, Mister J, I mean Mr. Joker, you have quite a way with your mouth, almost superhuman.” Her own comment brought upon thoughts and questions, also piecing together that the white make-up look was actually his skin, and his hair actually green. As she stirred up some thoughts, he suggested they leave and he pulled a wonderfully designed umbrella that shielded them both and he talked to his henchmen on his walkie talkie. She set her focus on him and asked, “So, I answered my vampire questions, may I know what your condition is with your appearance, how did this happen to you?”

“You wanna know about little ‘ol me? HeehehahahahAHAHAHAHA!!!” Joker laughed as the ice cream truck swerved around the corner, once again driven by two of his goons wearing clown masks. The truck pulled up beside them and Joker helped Dr. Hoffman into the back. The interior of the ice cream truck was a mess. The freezers had been cleared to make a sort of ‘living room’ in the back. The walls were splattered with green and purple paint, where someone had crudely drawn several pictures of Batman and the Joker, worthy for a first grader. In the middle, a fancy, high-class mini-couch sat admist the mayhem of the polace, and Joker pushed her down into one of the seats, and he sat beside her. The door to the truck closed and began to move quickly, winding through the different lanes of the road. Joker sat beside her, twirling his fingers through her hair.

“Very well, I’ll tell you about me. You see, there was this… guy… who dressed up as a bat! A BAT! HEHEHEHAHAHA!!! Allow  Joe here to demonstrate.” Joker gestured towards one of his goons, who removed his mask. The guy was mid-thirties, gruff, and wore a huge grin, though nothing in comparison to Joker. He reached behind the couch and pulled out a brown paper sack, which someone had scribbled with marker all over. He placed the bag on his head. It resembled Batman’s mask, if it were dramn by a five-year-old. The man flapped his hangs like wings. The Joker continued talking as the truck kept driving:

“You see, this guy, let’s call him “BAT-MAN”, was making the people of Gotham, my home, sad!” Joker frowned as far as he could. “So I, Mister Joker, descended from heaven to save the day! HOOOOOORAYYYY!! BUT WAIT! “Bat-Man” was like “no you son of a bitch” and shoved me into a vat of toxic chemicals. You know, that old chestnut. But what Bat-Man DIDN’T know is that he created ME! I became stronger, smarter, intellectualer!” Joker wrapped his arms around her. The woman’s soft skin radiated hot sex. “And here we are, of course there was a fight, blah blah blah, but now I’m BACK! And ready to give Batman HELL!” Joker stood up and swung a punch at Joe, dressed as Batman in the paper bag. Joe fell backwards against the driver’s seat as Joker kicked him in the side. Joe screamed for help, screamed for mercy, but Joker kept kicking as hard as he could. Then, Joker lifted the poor man’s head, and bashed it against the side of the car until blood began pouring out of his skull. Joker opened the door to the car, while it was traveling at 50 miles an hour, and kicked the body out onto the road. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m allergic to bats! HEHEHEHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!”

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Whoa, this man knew how to play the wild cards. Julia was pretty impressed with the man’s embraceable nature and smiled along with him as he whispered in her ear. “Well, Barnabas Collins is a Vampire, from the late seventeen-hundreds, and he was locked in a box for nearly two-hundred years by a witch named Angelique. She was the one who placed him under this vampire curse and killed everyone Barnabas loved. He was then unearthed by construction workers a few years back and long story short, now lives in this time, with his distant relatives.” Julia nodded her head and turned to look into his eyes and said, “I’d love to have some fun…”

Joker was about to rush her home when he heard an interesting word. Vampire. He looked back at her, seriously questioning. “Vampire, you say?” Joker leaned forward hovering over her small delicate face. “Tell me… how does one come to BECOME a vampire? In fact, what… powers do vampires hold over ordinary humans?” Joker began salivating. Already, a plan had sprouted into his mind, beginning to ripen as each second ticked by…

Julia was a bit surprised by how interested the Joker became about vampires, since she thought bats just weren’t his cup of tea. “Well, depends. If you are Barnabas then you have a witch curse you into a vampire. If your me-” she said pulling her hair back to reveal the small dots that were Barnabas’ teeth marks, “Have one bite you. As for powers, well I am not a full vampire, I just have the power of immortality, speedy dashing, and my nails can become sharp at will. Barnabas however can do all of that, plus abnormal strength, fangs to suck one dry of blood, and the power of flight.” As she finished her sentence about explaining what he wanted to know, she looked into his eye and asked, “But why would you care about little old things like that, my dear?”

“No reason!” Joker lunged for her neck, passionately kissing her and sucking on her pale, soft skin. He moved upwards and kissed her lips once more, as they longed for his touch. He could feel her anticipation as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, eventually coming two feel her upper canines. Could she bite me? Joker’s mind became formulated by plans as he pushed into her. He was at a loss for breath, but he continued as both of them released and inhaled the cold air, completely filling their empty lungs. “My dear, let’s get out of here.” He began pulling something out of the front of his pants… higher and higher, he pulled out a bright purple umbrella, with a smiley-face handle. He opened it and covered them both, calling his goons on his walkee-talkee. “Boys, find a place to stay for the evening for Miss Hoffman and I.” He longed for immortality. Every day, his life was threatened at the hands of a dim-witted man who dresses up as a rodent. Perhaps she had more than just petty sex to give him. He looked back at her, anxious and determined to find out the answer.