Authors Note: Oh yes, I've came out with my own little story. This is MUCH different than my first story, just so everyone knows. This character is based on me, its sounds vain but it's true. (I exaggerated my looks a bit, in what I wish I could look like, but this is a fan fiction after all). I tried to keep close to Heath Ledger's Joker but with my own twist. To my surprise it's alot harder than I thought. Well enjoy, my dears. I don't own the Joker, Batman, Two-Face blah blah blah you know the drill. I do own Val, so yeah. XD

Val was sitting on her bed, watching the TV flickering at her, even though her eyes were looking in that direction she wasn't focused on it. Her mind was wandering around the room, thinking of him. Her heart was skipping beats and her stomach was doing cart wheels. She was still buzzed from the events that occurred earlier that night but that wasn't the reason why she was as giddy as a girl sitting next to her first crush. She listened closely to the sounds of him showering in the next room. She wanted to know exactly when he was coming out so she could be properly prepared. Her thoughts wandered off as she stopped staring at the TV, and stared at her neatly black polished piggy toes as he called them. She wiggled them around and laughed at herself. She finally heard the water shut off and the sound of a towel being taken off the hook. Val quickly rushed to fix her hair, and outfit. She had to look just perfect for him.

'Hopefully he won't notice that lack of a sexier outfit.' she thought looking at her black under wear, but then again he never really cared. It would just wind up on the floor anyway. He came out of the steam filled room, soaking wet from someone who supposedly used a towel. He just used it to wipe his hair a little, but the rest would dry out. He wasn't wearing much but his Arkham pajama pants. He smiled a grim half smile at her. She grinned at him back. He threw his old clothes on the floor. He didn't know where to put them and he didn't care too much to ask. He pushed himself up on the bed, looked at the flickering TV, and laid down on her bed.

It had been awhile that he slept on a real fluffy bed. He rolled on his stomach groaning as he toke in every relaxing comfort of the bed. He inhaled the detergent from the sheets. It was almost as satisfying as sex to him. Lost, he almost jumped when he felt Val stroking his hair. He grinned pretending to like it, but inside he was barking at her to leave him be. However he had to mold her slowly again, not all at once. There was no satisfaction in that. No, he wanted to watch himself break her down brick by brick only to fill her up again this time in his image. He had to admit he was fond of her. She was pretty. Decent length black hair that hung over her thin shoulders, she had a curvy body that was meant for magazines to replace the stick figures that haunted it. She had exotic eyes, of light brown and a cute nose. She had lighter dark skin that was so soft and smooth to hold and so easy to bruise.

He wasn't blind, he could tell she was smitten by him, but he didn't seem to mind despite the love that she received was cold. He didn't care to know why she was still here and willing to break him out of Arkham but he wasn't complaining. She snuggled up to her valentine, and he returned the favor by moving to the pillow next to her. He despised cuddling, just the thought of contact that didn't involve his consent first was repulsive. He knew what she wanted, but he didn't care she wasn't allowed to initiate anything, and he would be damned if another bitch was going to have control over him. In order to stop her annoying attempts to seduce him he grabbed her face. She winced at this, but when she felt his fingers crawl through her hair slowly. She pushed herself close to his face where they were touching noses. He let her feel secure till he pulled her by the hair to his face. His lips were pressed against hers. The scar on his bottom lip brushed against her flawless lips.

She ran his fingers though his hair, and down the sides of his face avoiding his scars. She never touched his scars. She remembered last time she had dared to touch them, he caused a bruise on her cheek and wrist that stayed for a month. That was before he went into Arkham, she held onto the hope that he was better, even though she knew in her hearts of hearts he wasn't and was never going to be. He pulled away from her staring into her light brown eyes. It wasn't a loving look, but it was a look besides the cold animalistic look he would give his accomplishments. He ran his fingers down her arm that had a trail of goose bumps on it. He kissed her again but this time feeling the nipples of her naked body. He toyed with them in between his rough fingers. He slid his cold uncareful all the way between her legs.

He enjoyed making her shake and shiver with anticipation. He was quite tired and didn't have the energy to give her a rough nightly session but he still pleasured his needs despite his exhaustion. He wasn't sure or cared if she enjoyed it or not, but he knew that she better not complain. He quickly turned over and came back to his new love. Her covers were warm and soft and he wrapped his naked body in the sheets. She was talking but he never really paid attention, after awhile he was asleep anyway. Val, just loved watching him sleep. She decided to let him do so and they would talk in the morning.

When Val, woke up she found him sitting on the bed going through the album of newspaper clippings that she had collected over his short and eventful reign. He was snickering and laughing as he read.

"They called me crazy." he said looking at her from the corner of his eyes.
"Oh?" she questioned stretching her thin arms
"I'm not." he said emphasizing the last word, but still reading the newspaper article.
She nodded and looked at the Gotham Times clipping he was reading. "Ah, well we all know your genius, love." she said pushing her dark hair behind her ear.

He didn't say anything but he was gloating on the inside. He loved to hear that, even if it was only to flatter him, but he never let her know that. He was a genius, no one knew it yet. But they will. His attention drifted to another news paper article that was lying on the floor almost discarded. It was unread and only a couple days old.

"Harvey…. Harvey….. Harvey Dent." he said in his gruff voice. Val frowned and looked at the article. She read it quietly to herself and her eyes widen.
"You mean… he could possibly..?"
"Be alive." he finished, nodding.
He licked his lips and rubbed his chin, thinking. "My poor Bats has given up, and Harvey Dent is 'supposedly' alive. Hmm…"

Val sat there still reading the article that was in his other hand. She cleared her throat wandering what was going around in his head. "You okay?" she asked, but he ignored her. That was a dumb question on her part. He raised a eyebrow and said through his wicked smile.
"Would you like to help me this time?" Val eyes glowed with excitement and she nodded eagerly. He slipped on his purple pants that were lying in the pile that was tossed in the floor last night.
"Well I'll have to…fix you a bit. Just a bit o'this and a bit o'that." he said like he was making a stew. He stroked her up and down her face resisting the urge to slap those cheeks of hers.
"How exactly will you do that?" she asked with curiosity. He snickered and said before walking out the room.

"You'll see."

Alas theres my first chapter. Hopefully you enjoyed that. Not much goes on here as you can obviously tell, but it gets better. Hope you at least liked it a little. More to come loves. -Val XD