Here we go again...hope you enjoy!
So here I sat, trapped in my own little hell - Joker's bedroom. The man in question had kissed my forehead and locked the door, leaving me in here all night. I had shouted, screamed, paced and begged but nobody came anywhere near the heavy oak door. I had tried the windows, of course I had! But they were all locked from the outside and I had no idea what to do now. If i stayed here, not that I had much of a choice at the moment, I would loose my job and therefore my lively hood. I would be forced to return to my smug-faced parents who would scowled me for my impertinence and scoff at how little time I lasted on my own. I would have to keep my soul marks covered at all times, I would be useless for an arranged marriage with the Joker's mark plastered all over my body, claiming me as his. No man would want a woman so clearly claimed by another, so my parents would not want me either. My worth came from my ability to marry, and now it had been taken away from me. Not that I wanted to get married to some middle-aged wrinkly man, but my parents would cast me out of their house the moment they realised I would no longer be off use to them. Maybe my siblings would take me in…not my brother, he spent his nights drinking and trying strange concoctions of drugs, but maybe my sister, Annabella, would. We had never been very close, her being the perfect daughter and I being the disgrace of the family but my sister didn't have a mean bone in her body. I hadn't seen her in two years; since she married a wealthy English Duke but I believed she wouldn't turn her back on her sister when in need. Now my only problem was getting out of this prison…I scoffed to myself, as if that would be easy.
The Joker didn't visit me all day. Or all afternoon. When the sun began to set I grew worried for his safety…surely he wouldn't have left me alone, hungry, trapped in this room all day, right? Maybe he had been captured by the Batman again and sent back to Arkham. But nobody came to release me and I heard no big commotion, so I assumed that wasn't the case. Maybe my soulmate had already forgotten about me, maybe he overdosed on heroine and was spending the day with his doctor. Or maybe he simply didn't care about leaving me trapped here. No, that couldn't be the case. He wouldn't have left me trapped in his bedroom and forgotten about me or just left me to rot, he wouldn't want that going on in his own bedroom. I had no doubt he had multiple bedrooms across multiple properties in various countries but this seemed like his home, his base. I didn't know about him but I was incredibly territorial about my sleeping place, I wouldn't leave a stranger in their and I definitely wouldn't forget of their dwelling there. Maybe he was just busy? But busy enough to abandon his soul mate all day?
What was with this whole soul mate business anyway, it's not like the Joker and I screamed compatible couple. He needed someone just as insane as he, someone he could drown in his madness in. Not some French girl who made her living by dancing nearly naked in a club while secretly being a fucking Countess on the run from an arranged marriage. I bit back a smirk at that thought and grabbed the Joker's laptop from his desk where it had been sitting all day. So far I had successfully managed to avoid touching it in a bid to conserve his privacy, but I had long forgotten that when the need to dance overtook my body. I was small and graceful from years and years of brutal, but effective, ballet training. It was the only thing I excelled in as a teenager so I worked and worked at it until I was more than professional standard, although my parents still never approved. I was never graceful enough, small enough or beautiful enough to be a ballerina, at least from their eyes. In my own way of rebelling I had begun to dance in a different…less appropriate style after my 19th birthday. Luckily for me and my bouncing feet, the Joker's laptop was mercifully unlocked. I quickly found Spotify and turned on "Earned it." By the weekend. Slowly at first I began to move my hips to the beat, letting my hands roam my body and dance in the air. This feeling was better than anything I had ever felt before, the way the music seemed to call to every inch of my hidden, dark soul. The Weeknd had a voice that just made me tremble every time I heard his dark, sensual beats. When I was younger and arguably more naive all I wanted was for someone to love me with a voice like that, a voice that could bring me pleasure with no effort at all. Although, listening to his voice now didn't supply me with anywhere near the amount of happiness it used to bring me. I refused to admit that all I wanted now was to hear the glorious sound of J's laughter, I wasn't ready to admit that to myself just yet. Even if I could feel it with every bone in my body. I wanted the Joker, I wanted him more than any man I had met before, more than any of the few men I had let touch me, more than the one man I had let fuck me. He was driving me crazy! I just wanted him here, with me! And yet he was nowhere in sight. My dancing kicked up a notch as my thoughts got more and more disturbing, my motions becoming more and more violent, my drops getting lower and lower and my body getting sweatier and sweatier. I was becoming alive with the music, it was awakening a part of my soul I only ever let out while the music controlled my movements. Fisting a hand full of my long red hair, I danced on and on and on. Until a voice interrupted my crazy movements, an amused, nearly panting voice,
"Well, well, well, well. I knew there must have been a reason my staff employed such a short dancer."
I froze, he had seen me. Joker had seen my in my most emotional, raw state. He had seen the way I danced when I really believed nobody was watching, not the way I danced for crowds. Slowly, I turned around to see the man himself leaning against the now-open door frame with his trademark smile upon his porcelain face. His arms were crossed over his chest in an amused but still threatening way.
"Joker…I…I didn't see you there."
I managed to stutter out half-heartedly, suddenly feeling very conscious of the overly sexual music filling the room. Dashing over to his laptop, I quickly shushed the music and turned back to my captor with a sheepish look on my face,
"I'm sorry if you didn't want me to use your laptop, I got bored."
Dismissing my concern with a wave of his hand the Joker began to prowl towards me, lust in every forward step he took,
"What's mine is yours, pretty. That's the way this soulmate thing works right?"
I shrugged and rubbed my hands across my arms in an attempt at stopping the shivers of excitement that spammed through my body from the way he approached me, I was mad for god sake! He left me stranded and alone in his bedroom all day…
"So I hope you won't mind that I spent the day at your apartment, such a…lovely place."
Joker purred out as he finally reached me and encircled my waist with his arms,
"I wasn't very happy with you staying in such a neighbourhood as that, so I payed for your rents and collected all of your things, my men have them in storage."
Staring at him while he so easily dictated my life anger clouded my mind and emotions. I was a fuming bull ready to pounce at him for invading my personal territory.
'What…what, Joker you can't do that!"
Joker just raised his perfectly groomed eyebrows at me and pulled me closer to his bare chest, left in delicious view from his suit jacket. His teeth grazed my ear as he whispered down to me,
"I think you will find that I already have. Your mine pretty, and I take care of my things as long as they behave."
Involuntarily, I relaxed in his strong arms and laid my head against his bare chest, his closeness disarming most of the anger I had felt gearing up like an army inside of me. He quelled my thirst for revenge just by holding me, he made me weak. But oh my, being weak had never felt so good. The Clown's finger's began pulling at strands of my red hair as he looked down at me with one of his girl-killing smiles,
"This natural?"
"Yep! Family of red-heads."
He continued running his fingers through my hair as I buried my face deeper into the warmth and comfort his chest provided.
"Why are you so small, Accalia? If it wasn't for…other factors, I wouldn't have realised you were an adult."
I rolled my eyes at him and playfully punched his arm, weaselling my way out of his hold so I could stand with my hands on my hips.
"I'm a professional ballerina, the strict training and diet as a child didn't do much for my height."
Joker mumbled something under his breath but even with strained ears I couldn't quite catch just what he had said. Probably something rude. I observed the room again with growing distaste,
"Can we get out of here for a bit, please? I'm really hungry."
Face palming the Joker hit himself looking very stupid,
"Shit, I forgot, I'm so sorry Accalia."
I forgave him instantly, always in favour of moving on quickly to avoid confrontation with the mad man, I didn't want to anger him in the privacy of his own bedroom, a place where no one in their right-mind would ever willingly enter. I pointed at the clothes he had given me yesterday to sleep in with a grimace,
"Do you having anything else I can wear Joker, I don't really want to go out like this."
The man in question nodded his head simply, eager to please me after his mistakes today and lead to a large walk in closet he had hidden behind a string of purple and gold beads.
"Your stuff is still in storage but…here."
He paced me a dark purple long sleeved jumper that looked like it would go down to my knees, shrugging I lifted the old t-shirt off my body, not bothering with modesty, he'd seen my underwear recently. But by the way his eyes trailed hungrily over the tiny patches of exposed skin maybe I should have tried to be modest. Even if his attention made me feel like a Queen. As I predicted the jumper easily fell to my knees and hid any and all soul marks from the devious world. I slipped on the pair of black flats I always took to work, even if I was technically required to wear stilettos, and accepted the Joker's outstretched hand as I finished,
"Come pretty…let me show you my kingdom."
