Here is the Joker one-shot I've promised! Please note that while it does feature The Sickness Series characters (Willow & Joey) this story does NOT take place anywhere within the actual series. This is just an idea I've had for a while, and something I've always wanted to write and publish for my readers. So please, sit back, read, and enjoy!

Orange, red, and yellow leaves crumbled and crunched under car tires and shoes of busy Gothamites as they walked down the streets, and up above blankets of light gray clouds covered the sky and sun, dousing Gotham City in a bland, gray light. It was Fall, and Halloween was only a day away. Seasonal costume stores were witnessing their busiest day, and were filled with excited children purchasing their costumes while adults pondered what they wanted to be, or if they even wanted to dress up at all. Families had been busy all month long, hanging decorations inside their homes while more excited citizens embellished the outside of their houses with lights, spiderwebs, and plastic, inflatable Halloween characters. But as Willow Fox turned her purple Audi TT onto Joey's street, she knew exactly what to expect.

His giant tan house was bare of any spiderwebs, inflatable characters or lights. His windows were lacking any minuscule pictures taped to them, like most Gotham citizens did, but Willow knew the two men inside the house were anything but normal Gotham citizens. Joey hated Halloween, and Willow knew Joker probably didn't care either way. Willow had never been too big on Halloween either, but this hadn't stopped her from purchasing themed sugar cookies and a few, cheap decorations she hoped Joey would let her hang, just for fun. She could already predict how the complaining would go, but since Willow was the one who was expected to do the shopping, she figured she had some say in what was bought.

She drove her car up the long driveway, and after she had parked it inside the garage next to Joker's Tahoe, she turned the car off, popped the trunk open, and stepped out of it to take out the five bags of groceries. She managed to close the trunk, and when she walked inside the house she was instantly greeted with the sound of a woman screaming on TV and Joker's quiet cackling on the couch. She grinned to herself as she made her way toward the kitchen, and upon glancing into the living room she found Joker and Joey to be exactly where they had been before she left; Joker sprawled out on the larger couch while Joey relaxed on the matching loveseat adjacent to it near the hallway, his bare feet up on the coffee table. As she walked past, Willow noticed a new horror movie had since come on, and it seemed as though it was off to a quick start as a woman's screams were cut short as a bloody, gruesome death took her over.

"That would not happen!" Joker spoke loudly between fits of giggles, and he pointed a lose, bare finger at the TV, his wide grin refusing to leave his lips. "Blood would not spray out from that type of wound. This movie sucks."

"Shut up," Joey hissed at him, his eyes still fixed to the TV. "This is a classic."

"I don't know why," Joker mumbled as he took his arm back to cross again over his chest. It seemed as though Willow's presence had gone unnoticed for the time being as she unloaded the groceries, which she was fine with, until Joker standing suddenly from the couch caught her attention. She had just finished putting a new carton of orange juice away in the fridge, and she turned to glance in his direction as he made his way over to her, a commercial playing on the TV behind him. He had been planning on stopping by the fridge to get a glass of the orange juice he had instructed Willow to buy, but he paused when something on the breakfast bar caught his attention. He took a step back and slid over the objects that had diverted him, and he instantly grinned as he started down at the hang-able, paper Halloween decorations.

"Willow," he started in a false, concerned voice. "You know Halloween is banned in Joseph's house."

"He can deal with it," Willow replied in a small voice as she turned away from the fridge once it was closed, and she paused near the counter on the opposite side of it when Joey suddenly stood up from the couch to join them in the kitchen.

"Deal with what?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowing as his eyes instantly found what Joker was looking at, and a frown found his face before he even knew what it was. But his sight only confirmed his thoughts, and he rolled his eyes as he turned away from the counter, not interested in the stupid character decorations Willow had purchased, with his money.

"Aww, c'mon Joseph," Joker started as he picked up the three decorations to sort through them. "Look, we've got an evil clown, that's suiting..." he tossed the decoration onto the counter before moving on to the next two. "A Jack O' Lantern... Oh! And your type of lady: a witch with green skin and warts." He tossed the last two onto the counter before glancing up to Joey as he rounded the breakfast bar to step into the main area of the kitchen, but Joey was ignoring him.

"Sounds great," he mumbled, disregarding Joker's comment. His eyes instantly narrowed on the plastic container of cookies that sat on the counter, and with a closer look he realized the cookies had little Jack O' Lanterns on them. He rolled his eyes at this too as he turned to face Willow, who was now leaning against the counter near the breakfast bar. "You're killin' me with this Halloween shit, girly," he said in an unamused tone of voice.

"Please just let me hang those," Willow pleaded. "That's all I'll put up-"

"There's more?" Joey interrupted, his eyebrows raising, and Willow made a face at him as she shook her head.

"No," she replied, about to go on, but she paused when Joey let out a sigh of relief.

"Good."

"Why do you hate Halloween so much?" Willow asked him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Joey sighed again as he turned to face the counter, and he reached out to open the container of cookies.

"Because Halloween meant nothing but stress to me. I don't hate it, I just chose not to participate, you feel me?"

"Says the man who's grabbing out a Halloween cookie as we speak," Joker mumbled, and Willow couldn't help but to grin. Joey had taken a bite, and now he turned to point a finger at Joker.

"Don't even go there," he said firmly with a mouth full of cookie.

Joker raised his hands in false defense as he leaned away from the counter. "I'm not going anywhere. But I'm wondering if perhaps this year you'll be willing to uh, change your close-minded ways about October 31st."Joey was glaring at him, and when Joker figured he wasn't going to interrupt him, he went on. "Maybe this year it'll be fun to... oh, I don't know... celebrate."

Joey rolled his eyes again as he finished off the cookie. "Because you've always been such a fan. Tell me, Jack, what did Halloween mean to you when you were a kid?"

"It meant near death pranks on my mother, ass-loads of candy, and decorations of dead animals suddenly became more acceptable," Joker responded easily. "I think this year could be fun."

Joey was instantly shaking his head. "Well whatever plans you got brewin' in your head, leave me outta' them."

"See? You're already embracing the cheer that is Halloween, Joseph! Brew? Like witch's brew?"

"No" Joey defended as he sat back down, his eyes glaring directly into Joker's. "That's not what I meant, jackass, and you know that." He turned to face the TV again just as the movie came back on while Joker glanced over to Willow. He winked at her with a grin, and before Willow could do or say anything about it he turned around to head back into the living room himself.

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The afternoon passed quickly. After Joker and Joey had returned to their movie, Willow had made herself a late lunch before joining them in the living room, and she whined whenever Joker stole some of her food from her plate. Eventually, the movie became too boring for her tastes, so she excused herself, rinsed her plate, and headed upstairs to find something to do.

Eventually, Willow had found time to hang her Halloween directions after Joker and especially Joey had disappeared. She felt as though if Joey witnessed her hanging them, he would stop her, but if they were already hung before he could do anything to stop it, he'd accept it. She chose to hang them on the wall in front of the table by the screen door that led out to the deck, putting the clown first nearest the cabinets, then the witch in middle, and the Jack O' Lantern near the door. She had stepped back to admire her work, and she grinned to herself before turning to reward herself with a cookie. She had never been too big on Halloween herself, but she felt adding just a little decoration in Joey's house couldn't hurt.

Around six o' clock, Willow found herself wandering downstairs again. As she headed toward the kitchen, she could see Joker sitting outside on the deck, smoking a cigarette. She considered joining him, but she paused near the breakfast bar, however, when she noticed Joey was in the kitchen, cleaning. She grinned as she watched him vigorously wipe down the counters, and she leaned over the breakfast bar to observe him further.

"What?" Joey asked a minute later as he glanced over to her. "You never seen a man clean before?" He turned to throw the wipe away before he reached in the container to get another, and Willow watched as he started to wipe down the fridge.

"No," she answered. "Actually I haven't."

"Well how you like it?" Joey asked her. Willow shrugged.

"I think it's wonderful," she answered in the same tone. "Joey?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you don't like Halloween?"

Joey finished wiping down the fridge and turning to throw out the wipe before he answered. "It was always stressful when I was young," he replied. "With Danny and what not."

"Why?" Willow asked, glancing over to the wall to make sure her decorations were still hung. When her eyes instantly found them, she glanced away to look back at Joey when he started to talk.

"Because I never fucking got to dress up and be the things I wanted," Joey replied in a slightly angry tone, and Willow couldn't help but to smile. "I'd make the mistake of telling him what I wanted to be, he'd get the costume before I could, and one-up me. Every Halloween my parents would go to some party, and I was forced to stay with Danny and go 'trick-or-treating'..." he held up his fingers to do quotes around the phrase before he let his hands drop down and smack against his leather pants. "But we never did. He'd go to a party and drag me along, then sneak us in back before Mom and Dad got home."

"Doesn't sound too bad," Willow pointed out.

"I guess, but it was hard when I was little. Eventually I told him to fuck off, and I stayed home and watched movies. That's been sorta tradition ever since. But Jack's making that near impossible," he mumbled as he turned around to put his cleaning products back under the sink. Willow smiled at this, and when Joey turned around to look at her again she glanced up at him. "What about you?" He asked. "What did you always do for Halloween?"

Willow sat up slightly. "Well, when my mom was still alive she'd take me trick or treating," Willow started. "But... after she died, and after I moved to my uncle's house, I lost interest in it. He'd always leave and go to poker games or something, and I'd just stay home and give out candy and watch movies."

"Sounds about right," Joey said. "Halloween is about stupid kids, not adults. If Jack is seriously planning something I want nothing to do with it. There's a Criss Angle marathon on all night tomorrow, and I'm not about to miss that shit, you feel me?"

Willow laughed as she leaned away from the counter, and she nodded.

"Alright, well, I'm gonna head out," Joey said as he started out of the kitchen, his mind already focusing on the club. "Tell Jack that if he fucks up my kitchen, I'll kill him."

"Okay," Willow said as she watched him start toward the stairs.

"And tell him not to touch the damn TV, I have movies recording and the channel can't get changed."

"Okay," Willow replied with a grin, suddenly really wanting to go outside and have a cigarette with Joker.

"And," Joey called out just as he had started for the garage door. "Don't leave Alro outside. I think it's gonna start raining. I'm trusting you girl, 'cause I know Jack will leave him out there all night."

"Okay," Willow replied one final time before she pushed herself away from the counter. She heard the garage door shut, and just when she turned to start toward the sliding glass doors she noticed the witch decoration in the middle was starting to hang off of the wall, and knowing this would drive her crazy she stepped up to it just as Joey opened the main garage and started his car. She raised herself up onto her tiptoes to press the tape on the witch's hat back in place, and just when she had finished the glass door next to her slid open. She glanced over to Joker just as he had glanced over to her, and she watched his greedy eyes roam down her body before they slowly traveled back up to stare into her green eyes. He licked his lips slowly and held his ground as Willow lowered herself before stepping toward him. He kept his eyes on her as she slowly started away, and he turned his body before taking a small step toward her as Willow rounded the breakfast bar to step into the kitchen to grab her pack of cigarettes from the counter.

"Where'd Joey go?" Joker wondered, his eyes flashing over to the clock on the microwave before he lowered them back to Willow as she opened up the box.

"Work," Willow replied.

"And... what were his requests?"

"Um," Willow thought back as she plucked a cigarette from the box. She had wanted to smoke with Joker, but now she just wanted a cigarette regardless if she'd be alone or not. Perhaps, if she was lucky, Joker would join her outside for another. "He told you not to fuck up the kitchen, he just cleaned it, don't touch the TV, and to let Arlo inside in a little bit."

Joker tugged the corners of his lips down as he nodded, and he took another step closer to the edge of the breakfast bar. "Do you work tonight?"

"No," Willow answered as she picked up her lighter, and she started around the counter, only to pause when she stepped in front of Joker, who seemed to have no desire of letting her pass. He stared into her eyes, and her heart started to race as a grin slowly spread onto his bare lips, and butterflies started in her stomach. She recognized that grin.

"How fortunate," Joker replied as he took a step closer to her, and a shock ran up her spine when his hands slid onto her hips, his fingers slipping under the bottom of her shirt. Willow continued to stare up at him, but her eyes slowly started to slide closed the closer Joker got, and she couldn't help but to sigh once his lips touched hers. The kiss was gentle, Willow could barely feel his lips against hers, and when she tried to press herself and her own lips closer to him, Joker would pull away slightly, not giving her the chance. She could barely feel the sly grin that appeared on his lips, and a shiver ran through her when Joker slid his hands up her body, his right hand grabbing the shirt and pulling it up as he did, while his left hand traveled up her forearm to take the cigarette and lighter from her hand. He reached around her as he turned their bodies slightly to place the items on the counter before he started to push Willow back toward the counter on the opposite side of the fridge. Finally, Joker closed his own eyes and deepened the kiss, and he broke it for a slight second to pull Willow's shirt up and off of her body, exposing her lacy black bra. She lowered her arms now as Joker tossed the clothing onto the wooden floor behind him, and she couldn't help but to let out a small laugh when Joker placed his hands on her wide hips to lift her up onto the counter in front of him. He took a step closer to her and resumed the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her against himself.

"Joey said not to fuck up the kitchen," Willow reminded him with a grin, her lips still against his. Joker let out an annoyed sigh against her.

"He never said we couldn't fuck in the kitchen, now, did he?" Joker returned with a growl that sent a fit of shocks up Willow's spine, and her grin expanded as Joker forcibly brought back the kiss, his way of telling Willow he was through with talking. By this point Willow was too far gone; she wanted Joker, and she'd do anything and obey all his commands to get him.

She ran her hands up his bare arms and over the sleeves of his white t-shirt before she wrapped her arms around around his neck, pulling him even closer to her, and she moaned gently when Joker bit down on her bottom lip. Her moans instantly turned into a small noise of pain when Joker bit down harder, and she squeezed her eyes tight as Joker leaned away, pulling her lip with him before he released it suddenly. The pain faded as quickly as it had come, and when she opened her eyes she saw Joker was grinning at her. So it's gonna be like that, is it...?

Willow smirked, her hand sliding slowly up Joker's neck before she took a handful of his hair, and Joker cringed slightly when she pulled on it. He leaned closer to her, catching her lips with his own, and Willow pulled harder on his hair. He groaned against her as he tightened his arms around her hips, and in response Willow wrapped her legs tightly around him before she lifted her free hand to run her fingers through Joker's fading green hair.

Eventually kissing wasn't enough, and shivers ran down Willow's side as Joker raked his nails up her back before ripping apart the clasp on her bra, and she took her hands from his hair to remove her arms from the straps. Joker tossed her broken bra behind him, and before Willow's hands could return to his hair or her lips to his, Joker leaned into to plant a small kiss on her neck before he trailed his tongue down the length of her neck. Willow closed her eyes and tilted her head back, moaning when Joker traced the outline of her collarbone before he made his way lower down her body. Her lips parted when she felt Joker's tongue run over her nipple, and she moaned his name as she listened to his teeth clank against her nipple ring.

Her hands idly found their way to his shoulder blades, and she clutched on the fabric that covered them as Joker licked his way back up to her neck before she slid her hands down his sides to grab the bottom of his shirt. She started to slide it up, and in a surge of haste Joker took his hands from her body to quickly finish with removing his shirt before throwing it carelessly behind him. When his hands found her body again, his fingers were already moving to undo her pants just as his lips crashed against hers, and Willow inched herself closer to the edge of the counter so she could follow Joker's actions on his own jeans. Finishing at nearly the same time, Willow hopped off the counter just as Joker had started to pull her pants and underwear down, and once Willow's feet touched the wooden floor she bent down slightly, yanking Joker's pants down while her own fell down to her ankles. She stepped out of them and kicked them to the side while Joker stepped out of his, and immediately after he reached out to grab Willow's upper arm and pull her closer to him. A grin slid onto her lips, a laugh escaping a second later, but just before her body could collide with Joker's, he stretched his leg and bent it at the knee to place behind Willow's knees, and he let go of her arm before pushing her. Her laugh turned into a slight scream as she fell backwards, Joker's legs behind her causing her to fall quicker, and she instinctively extended her arms behind her to catch her fall. She landed on the palms of her hands with a loud thud! that echoed throughout the kitchen, but before she could even begin to comprehend what had just happened, Joker had fallen down onto his knees in front of her just as her scream had started to fade away. They had gone from standing to laying on the floor in a matter of milliseconds, and while Willow's hands stung and Joker's knees sent shocks of pain throughout his body, their arousal intensified, and that grin came back to Willow's lips when Joker forcibly pushed apart her legs to move his body in between them.

As Joker situated himself in between her, Willow stretched her arms and moved them down the clean floor on either side of her, and as her heart raced faster she glanced up at Joker. "Joey's gonna kill us," she breathed, barely able to speak already.

"He can try," Joker returned in a low, husky voice, still not in the mood for talking, and in efforts to get Willow to shut up he plunged himself inside her, loving the way Willow cried out as she clenched her eyes tight. Her mouth hung open as Joker started to thrust inside her, his hips swinging violently against hers, and as he held himself up with his left hand, he used his right to collect Willow's wrists before he forced them over his head, and he balanced out his weight by holding them there. Stuck in the painful situation, Willow's moans escaped past her gritted teeth, and she wished there was some way she could return the favor of pain on Joker. When she opened her eyes she saw that he was staring down intently at her with those dark blue eyes, a murderous grin on his lips, and after she stared at him for a moment longer, Joker's tongue came out to flicker over his lips quickly before he leaned down to kiss her. But as he continued to move his body against hers, Willow was quick to act on her desires, and she was just barely able to take his bottom lip in between her teeth before he could kiss her. Joker's eyes opened when she applied more pressure, but they closed a second later as a slight pain started to swarm the area. Her own eyes closed, Willow bit down harder, Joker squeezing her wrists together tighter in response, and she groaned against him as Joker started to pull away. She kept her teeth clenched on his lip, but once she opened her eyes she immediately recognized the look in his own, and she quickly let go.

"If my lip swells up," Joker began. "You're in big trouble."

Willow grinned Joker's favorite and delicious, sleepy grin as she stared up at him, and she shrugged as best she could while in her position. "Just returning the favor," she replied.

Joker's eyes widened slightly as a stronger arousal overcame him, and he growled as he leaned down to firmly kiss her, finally letting go of her wrists. Willow kissed him back, her body going stiff the harder Joker started to thrust, and he caught her moans in his mouth as she raked her nails down his arms, feeling her finish approaching. Joker pulled away from her, and he opened his eyes to stare down at her once he felt the wet walls of her pussy starting to clench around him. Her eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open, and suddenly this bothered Joker.

"Look at me," he growled quietly, watching as Willow's eyes popped open, her mouth closing in unison. Willow tried her hardest to keep her eyes open, but each time they started to close Joker would squeeze on her wrists, the pain surges forcing them back open, and finally, after this happening a few more times, Willow came, her powerful orgasm washing over her entire body. She breathed out Joker's name loudly, expressing over and over again that she was cumming, and shortly after, Joker did the same. He squeezed on her wrists one final time as he spilled himself into her, his own eyes sliding closed as he let out a low growl, and Willow dug her nails into his skin as the awesome feeling started to fade away.

Joker remained on top of her, breathing heavily while Willow did the same from under him. Outside, Arlo began to bark, but Willow tried to ignore it and instead enjoyed the lingering feelings of her orgasm. As he leaned away from her, his eyes met her gaze, and he grinned at her, though his eyes squinted slightly in deep annoyance when Arlo began to bark again.

"You think Joey will know what we did?" Willow asked him before he could stand.

"Not unless a certain little pet tells him about it."

Arlo's barking volume increased, and Willow grinned. "You mean Arlo?"

Joker rolled his eyes as he let out a heavy breath. "No."

He finally stood up, and Willow was left to do the same as she grinned, and after she collected her clothes, she knew Joker would leave her with the task of letting Arlo in.

–

The rest of the evening passed quickly, and once Joker got in the shower around ten thirty, Willow had gone through her usual bed-time routine before she pulled back the white comforter to climb into her side of the bed. As she laid in the dim lighting, she listened to the shower run, her mind idly picturing Joker inside of it, and somewhere in between imagining the water running down Joker's muscles and his dripping wet hair, Willow had grown incredibly tired and had started to doze off. But it seemed just seconds later Willow's body jerked when she felt movement behind her. As her fuzzy mind commanded her to glance over, she realized it was Joker getting into bed, and she had to wonder if she had fallen asleep at all. Joker's body was damp and cold next to hers as he relaxed into the bed on his back. The room was pitch black now, the thick blanket over the window blocking out the moonlight perfectly, and Willow's eyes started to slide closed again once she had turned back around, her back facing Joker. The room was silent, and Willow felt herself just about to doze off again when Joker's clowny voice suddenly broke through the silence.

"You know," he began, his eyes still open as he stared up at the ceiling. "I'm starting to think that doing something tomorrow night isn't such a bad idea."

Willow opened her eyes as her eyebrows furrowed. Previously in the kitchen, Willow had thought Joker was only kidding when he suggested that they actually celebrate on Halloween, and she had to wonder if he was kidding now.

"Really?" Her small voice asked a moment later.

"Yeah," Joker replied, his mind running over the plans he had thought of earlier. "Way I see it, there's nothing wrong with a little bit of holiday cheer, candy... and murder."

A chill ran up Willow's spine, but she knew this was silly, seeing as how she knew Joker's plans always involved death of some sort. "Would we wear costumes?" She asked, and Joker couldn't help but to grin at the hope in her voice.

"Oh, I wouldn't have it any other way," he said, his mind instantly picturing Willow's decorations on the wall downstairs. "Whatya' say, kiddo? You in for some tricks and treats?"

"Of course," Willow replied, a sleepy but happy tone laced throughout her voice. "But... what are we going to do?"

"That's for me to know," Joker replied as he finally closed his eyes. "And you to find out."

Please leave me a review! You can expect the second chapter tomorrow on Halloween, and hopefully the third chapter a few hours later on the same day. Have a pleasant evening! :)