Chapter 4: Wouldn't It Be Nice

Weeks had flown by but, yet he couldn't focus on anything but her. Her smile, her eyes, her voice, just everything about Beatrice Morning pleased him. Day and night all he thought about was her and when he would see her once more.

He savored every moment he could with her. Living to hear her laughter and the way she said "Jay". He wanted her in every way imaginable. It was driving him crazy not being able to have her. The Joker always got what he wanted, but this time it seemed impossible.

But, being the stubborn insane man, he was putting all his conscious effort into finding a way to get what he wanted. 'One good thing about Arkham' he smirked as he lay in his bed 'all the time in the world to sit and think.'

Dr. Morning left her office every night at around 9:45 pm; just in time to leave before lights out at 10. She made it a point to tell all her patients good-night every night, and tonight was no different.

Sighing heavily as she locked her office door; she checked her reflection in the glass. Running her fingers through her hair and reapplying her light brown lipstick; Beatrice turned to begin her long good-byes for the night.

Eventually, she made her way to The Joker's cell. "Good night Jay. Try and get a good night's sleep" She gave a slight nod and smile. "Tomorrow morning at 9:30 right?" he said trying to hide his excitement.

"Oh, did Lauren not tell you? I took off tomorrow our next appointment will be Monday." His features darkened. "What." "I have some things I need to do. I'm sorry Jay, I told them to tell you." "Well they didn't!" he ran to the glass wall "Why are you taking off?!" "Jay, that's personal don't you think?" Beatrice replied calmly. "Answer me!" He bellowed slamming on the wall.

Beatrice jerked away, "Jay, there is no need to get upset. I will be back on Monday, and that's all you need to know. Now calm down before you get yourself into trouble." She looked angry. Something he hadn't seen on her before, and he didn't think he enjoyed it.

He took a deep breath in, "Sorry doc, I just… I guess I get scared you won't come back to see me." That was a lie, but it sounded better than 'You are mine and who are you to leave me here in this hell without you for four days!?'

She walked closer to the wall and put her hand on the cold glass, "Jay, as long as you're here I will be too. I just have a couple of things I need to do ok?" He nodded his head in return placing his hand on the same spot on the wall, he could almost feel her warmth through the thick glass.

"I'll see you Monday and I will tell you all about my boring errands! You won't even notice I'm gone." She smiled. "Now go back to bed" Beatrice patted the glass and started to walk away. "Good-night…Beatrice." He said in a low tone. She heard him of course but decided not to say anything about it. 'No need to get him stirred back up.'

Taking his place back in his bed he couldn't help but feel angry. 'Where was she going anyway?' His thoughts began to engulf him again. He closed his eyes and let his mind carry him off to sleep.

Beatrice walked over to him where he sat in the cafeteria all smiles and dressed in a nicely fitted olive green dress that just barely went past her knees. 'Hello Doc.' He said brightly 'Hello Jay' she said sitting next to him.

Leaning in she whispered 'Come to my office I want to… tell you about my errands' standing she left the table. Watching her walk away he followed quickly behind her.

She grabbed his hand and lead him to her office. It had a midnight black aura that spiraled outward and surrounded the whole hallway. Beatrice looked over her shoulder with a wicked smile and flung the door open tossing him in.

Catching him off guard she then pushed him against the light blue wall, 'easy doc!' Beatrice laughed and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Wrapping her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to fall into the kiss. She suddenly had her hand on the bulge in his jumpsuit.

Been a while since he had had such a willing partner. He had almost forgotten how nice and easy it was. 'Beatrice' he moaned as she began to rub up against him. She broke the kiss and sank to her knees looking up at him. He held her head in her hands 'What are you doing?' he chuckled. 'I think you know' she unzipped the grey suit and ran her hands down to his briefs.

She exposed his excretion to the cold air and began to suck on him. God, that felt good. 'Isn't this against some sort of code of ethics?' he asked trying to remain in control. 'Now Jay, you know those are just silly made up rules.' Beatrice said, pausing in her administrations.

'That's what I like to hear.' He grinned feeling her relax her throat completely. He started bucking into her throat at an unbelievable rate. The soft sounds she was making encouraged him to no end. His heart rate raised, his pupils dilated, and his whole body constricted. He tossed his head back and tried to remain upright and standing.

She merely laughed and wiped her mouth 'done so soon? I don't know why I expected more.' It was then her turn to be knocked back. He grabbed her shoulders and with a grim expression pulled her back to her feet. 'You're getting a bit mouthy, aren't you?' He slammed her face forward into the wall. Yanking her head back by her hair, "You'll talk when I tell you to until then why don't you rest that pretty little mouth of yours." He giggled as she struggled to be loose from his tight grip.

Pulling up her dress he examined her panties, snapping the band she jerked a bit. Giving her a slight tap on the bottom he then pulled them to around her knees. Digging a finger into her center; he felt how wet and inviting she really was.

"Oh, you like it when Jay gets rough do you?" He whispered low and deep into her ear. Beatrice moaned in response and arched her back to meet his hand. He giggled and began pumping his fingers in and out of her.

He soon replaced his hand with his, hard once more, erection. It just all felt so amazing. They found their rhythm easy enough and worked off each other. She was getting louder and louder with her moans and gasps, but keeping to what she was told, never spoke a word.

Finally, when she could take it no longer, she began to say his name. He threw his head back and laughed madly "Had all of it you can take huh?! Go ahead, say my name." He pulled harder on her hair as she shouted "JAY!" over and over.

"JAY PLEASE" "Please what Beatrice?" 'Please" "Well, if you insist." He said ramming into her as hard and deep as he possibly could. Feeling her constrict around him, he let her ride out her orgasm, he was feeling generous.

She turned to face him once more, disheveled and out of breath. "Thank you." She panted.

His eyes slowly opened as the bright light of morning poured into his cell. Looking at the mess he had made, apparently, in the night, he sighed 'Get a hold of yourself man! What are you 16?!" But in all honesty, he felt 16 again. 'Damn it.'