A/N: This is strictly a smexy one shot that I was thinking about last night

A/N: This is strictly a smexy one shot that I was thinking about last night. It will not be a long story and it's honestly just for fun and just for Jokachel fans who love smut, especially Jokachel SMUT!! WOO!

Rated M for obvious reasons.

In This both Rachel and Harvey survived and the Joker has been stalking Rachel and giving her late night visits. She has grown used to his company.

Chapter 1: The Time of Day

Rachel Dawes absently turned the knob on her stove to high and placed her stainless steel teakettle on the heated up surface. She sighed and looked at the time. It was almost three AM in the morning, There was no hope for sleep. Rachel had developed a slight case of insomnia. Ever since she and Harvey had broken up—after his accident. Not to mention, the fact that the Joker seemed to have developed an obsession with her and basically appeared in her apartment every now and that didn't help the non-sleep factor either. Three AM was the usual time of his little visits. He told her it was because 'That is when the devil comes out to play, three AM is his playtime.' She always shuddered at those words. Every morning she should look at the clock and it was almost inevitable that it was be exactly three.

The kettle began to quiver violently as the steam was building up, a low whistle erupting from the kettle as the water boiled vastly. The whistling escalating as the water finally reached its boiling point. The lid popped open and a loud deafening steam exploded into the air and the whistling sound filled her kitchen. Rachel quickly removed the kettle from the sweltering surface and almost immediately the sound narrowed—the heavy steam turned into a light flow of what looked like smoke. Rachel sleepily opened her cupboard and pulled out a random mug. She couldn't help glancing at the clock, wondering if he would come tonight. Or whether she should just forget about the tea and try to sleep. Maybe remove the dark circles that seemed to permanently attach themselves under her azure eyes. However, the thrill of waiting up for him filled her stomach with an unknown pleasure. Rachel began to pour the hot water into the mug; she casually looked up that the time and it was exactly three-o-clock. Rachel stiffened and then glanced at the stainless steel of the teakettle. He was there. The shock of seeing the Joker standing directly behind her sent tiny spasms of fear throughout her body. She screeched and threw the cup in the air— boiling water splashed out and onto her awaiting flesh. She let out a cry of anguish and muttered many cries of profanity. She ran to the sink and turned the cold water on and quickly emerged her burning skin under the soothing liquid. She could hear the laughter that erupted from his chest and she could only imagine the look of pure satisfaction on his face.

"You think this is funny?" Rachel spat, tears forming at her eyes as the pain had not yet subsided.

"It's –He he—a little funny –ha ha!" He mocked her by pretending to wipe away fake tears. His feet knocking violently against the wood of her cabinets, as he sat on her counter and continued to have hysterics.

"You're really something you know that!" She scowled, and removed her numb hand from the cold.

The Joker opened his mouth and made an 'O' shape. "Really?! I always wanted to be something!" He hopped off the counter and stalked over to where Rachel was currently standing. Her body crouched slightly in discomfort as she cradled her sore, burnt hand close to her chest.

"Ugh—stay away from me!" She demanded and moved to the other side of the kitchen.

"Ooh… playing hard to get… literally. I see… I see." He licked his dry red-stained lips and tried to corner her again. He out stretched two arms and pinned her to the wall. One arm on either side of her head; He lowered his face down to hers and smiled.

"Waited up for me, did ya? Well I can't say I'm not flattered!" He cooed. Rachel could feel his breath on her cheek as he talked, she struggled to break free but his body was pressed firmly against hers. "Now… let me see that hand." Rachel looked down at her injured hand, his gaze followed her and he giggled. "Yes… that one." Rachel obliged and brought her shaky hand out. He surprised her by gently examining it. His fingers delicately weaved between her own and he stroked her burn. Rachel's heartbeat increased and she let out a small whimper. The Joker's expression only became more excited. His previous gentle movements were soon deceived, when he squeezed her hand roughly. Rachel cried out in pain. He stopped abruptly and let her hand fall to her side.

"Why are you here!" Rachel questioned as her throbbing hand scorched at her side.

"Well, my darling Rachel. To be per-fect-ly honest with ya… I missed our little en-count-ers. It's been too long since our last one. Besides I was going to drop youuu. But then Harvey…. Remember him? Half a face?" Rachel glared scornfully. "Yeah… of course you do!" He tapped her on the nose playfully. "You see…little wee Harvey and I were having a little…chat. App-aren-tly, he is just heart broken that you left him because of his…uh…problem." He lifted his eyebrows suggestively.

"What are you talking about?" Rachel protested. "He knows why I left him. It wasn't because of the scars. It's what he has become. A Murderer!"

"Anywho," The Joker obviously ignoring her statement, continued with his story. "Harvey was just chatting up a little storm and he was convinced that he was going to win you back, yadda, yadda, yadda! He's a little…" The Joker spun his finger around his head twice.

"What are you getting at Joker!" Rachel demanded impatiently.

"What? You wanted to know why I was here, did you not?"

"Yes… but what does this have to do with Harvey?"

"Oh it doesn't… I just thought I'd rub it in that you're hot for me—A murdering, scarred up psychopath. And yet you broke up with Harvey because he was a murdering, scarred up psychopath. You like to con-tra-dict yourself a lot don't you, Ms. Dawes?"

Rachel stood there with her mouth hung open. "That is completely absurd. You're the last man on earth I'd be—"

"Is that so… hmm." The Joker suddenly pressed himself up against her, grinding his hips roughly into her. Rachel pressed her lips together in a firm tight line.

"Loosen up, baby! I know how you feel. I connect emotionally with ya!" He sarcastically remarked in her ear. His warm breath against her ears sent Rachel into a fit of shivers. He learned in closely so that only she could hear him. "I know why you stay up till the wee hours of the morning… I know why you can't sleepp…" He nipped at the sensitive flesh of her ear with his teeth. Rachel gulped and looked away.

"Is that so?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but couldn't control the nervous edge to her voice. The Joker grabbed her chin firmly and forced her to look into his eyes. He leaned his lips in so that they were barely touching her own. "You want me too… right now." Rachel gasped as he crushed her lips with his own. Rachel began to struggle for air, but his demanding kiss deprived her of all oxygen. It was no use to argue with him. He was right… he always was. She did want him and she has for a long time. Waiting up every night, nervously checking the time. She could never get him off her mind; he was a drug to her. An addictive drug. Rachel let all guards down and kissed him back. Leaning forward to affectively mold her body to his. He roughly grabbed the back of her head, locking her in his grasp. He forced his moist tongue into her mouth. The taste of his mouth was unpleasant but most welcome. She slid her tongue around his teeth, as he did the same. They abused each other's mouths and left bruises. Rachel was the first to pull away, her mouth swollen—she was unaware of the blood that began to pool from her bottom lip. The pain was gone when the Joker began leaving bruises on her neck and shoulders. Rachel raised her arms above her head, allowing him to slide her tank top over her head. He did so, revealing her bare chest. He licked his lips in anticipation and Rachel urged him to go further down her body. The Joker pulled out his knife and ran the cool blade a long her nipples, very careful not to cut her. The cool sensation sent shivers throughout her body. The Joker giggled and roughly tugged at one of her hard nipples with his teeth. Rachel waved her fingers through his greasy hair and grasped a fist full of hair. He let out a low growl and continued to lave her breast. Feeling the throbbing arousal in body; Rachel pushed lightly on the top of the Joker's head and urged to go down further.

"Lower…" The Joker obliged and trailed his tongue along her body, to her ribs and past her navel. Joker yanked at her bottoms until they hit the floor at her feet. She stepped out of them quickly and started to pull down her panties when the Joker slapped her hand away. Rachel rolled her eyes and banged her head against the wall. Joker grabbed her hips and his mouth achingly close to her womanhood. He rubbed his fingers on the fabric surrendered her. Rachel bit her lip, but it wasn't enough! She wanted to feel flesh on flesh. Specifically, his flesh on hers. Suddenly he was on his feet again, a smile forming on his lips. He abruptly turned away from her and headed towards her bedroom. Rachel followed eagerly behind him, completely aware what was going to happen next.

A/N: Yeah, I will write the sex part tomorrow, but right now I must sleep.