Okay, so based on reviews of last chapter I want to reiterate a few things, first of all, you're not really supposed to be a huge fan of Klaus. He's supposed to be like the guy that you despise so much but you're still kinda like ugh i love you. (Think Klaus from early TVD not later TVD). You're seriously really really not supposed to root for him in this, but I'm still sorry to tell you (or happy to if you like dark fanfic like me) that they still do kinda keep going back to one another, and that there isn't going to be a redemption arc for him.

A lot of people have also reviewed saying that Caroline was weak and pathetic because she kept going back to him and I think that maybe, in a way, you're right? But it's also a well known fact that both Harley Quinn and Joker (whom this fanfiction is based off of) are both extremely deranged, psychotic people at their core. So this chapter is going to delve into that a little more and it'll help explain Caroline's psychosis and the reason she keeps going back to him in later years.

So, thank you all for your amazing reviews and I just wanted to assure you that really, you're not supposed to be totally in love with them. Its like the fascination of the abomination. Thanks so much for your awesome support, even though at times reading things in here may be hard and confusing. You guys are truly the greatest.

If it helps at all, think of it as if when Klaroline met on TVD, instead of redeeming Klaus and making him see more light, Klaus ended up sucking Caroline into his darkness.


Year 4.


He watched her carefully for the first few weeks. She seemed different, less...sadistic than she usually was. Granted, it had been a about a year, she'd probably changed in that amount of time. What he couldn't quite figure out was what had happened in that year long gap that had made her change so quickly. He'd seen her early last year, when she'd slaughtered his car with that bloody tire iron. She'd seemed confused, a little off, but she was fine. She was still his. No harm had come to her, he'd made sure of that. But now. this Caroline wasn't the Caroline he'd had before.

She would laugh more, flirt just a enough with the henchmen to get them to do what she wanted. Outwardly, she wasn't all that different, but there were times at night when she would lay next to him that he would be able to sense it. There was an unease that hadn't been there before she'd left. And that unease only grew as the days went on.

He didn't know why he'd done it. When she'd walked through the door after all those months, he hadn't known how to react. He never felt like this with anything else. Certainly not anyone else. She had some kind of hold over him, a hold that he wasn't about to let her realize. So when he'd seen her, after a little over a year, something inside of him wanted to run to her. Something inside of him wanted to take her into his arms and just hold her there for the next few hours until he was sure that he wasn't dreaming of this moment like he had so many times before. He'd wanted to make her swear that she would never leave him again.

But that was not what criminal masterminds and psychotic freaks did, that's what he was right? A psychotic freak? At least that's what the papers said. So he'd played it as if she'd been out shopping for a few hours instead of out doing god knew what for over a year. He'd asked her to get them some tea, and in the time it took her to get to the kitchen, he'd ordered his men out. He'd continued to play it off, pretending as if he hadn't noticed her obvious absence. It was the only way he could think to steady the uneasiness that had settled within him.

He thought long and hard about what to do about the situation. He wouldn't let her go, that was out of the question, but what could he possibly do to make her stay? It took him a few days to think of it. And once he had, he knew it was what needed to be done. It would be agonizing, for the both of them, but it was necessary for her to become what she needed to be.


"Are you going to tell me where we're going or is it just going to be a surprise?" She leaned her head against the headrest in his car as he drove her through the dark city streets. This wasn't their usual night, he'd told her that he was taking her someplace nice, that she wouldn't need to prepare for any blood spillage tonight. She sat next to him easily, smiling to herself as he drove, her eyes watching out the window.

"It's a surprise." He shot her a quick smile before turning onto a street that held abandoned factories. This spot in Gotham was where even the worst of the worst refused to go. "I thought, I would show you something." He pulled the car to the side of the street, turning off the engine and turning to look at her.

"Show me something? In a creepy old factory?" She seemed wary but trusting of him. That wariness only assured him that however horrible this may be, it was what he had to do. He wouldn't risk another betrayal, she would stay with him. No matter what the cost. He climbed out of the car, moving around in just enough time to take her hand as she stepped out.

"You're in capable hands Little Harlequin, no one here will touch you." She nodded, smiling at him as she slid her arm through his. No one but him, that was.

She couldn't see where he was going, but he seemed to know the way so she trusted him, letting him pull her down the dark hallways. She hated the way her heart beat in her chest, the way that she felt the smallest bit of fear blossom in her chest. She knew that he'd noticed the difference in her ever since she'd gotten back. But he'd been different too. He looked at her oddly, as if he was waiting for her to tell him what had really happened. But he never asked, so she never told. Not that she would even tell if he had asked.

He pushed a door open and stepped onto an elevated metal walkway, smiling at her as he held the door open for her. Something was glowing faintly beneath them, and when she approached the railing of the walkway, she looked down and saw it. There were pools of some kind of yellowish liquid, it bubbled slightly, the smell assaulting her senses as she moved to cover her nose. She couldn't quite figure out where the glow came from, the lights in the factory had probably long since been shut down or died out. Klaus came to stand beside her, leaning his forearms on the railing and leaning over to look at the pools.

"What is it?" She looked sideways at him, seeing the conflicting emotions cross his face.

"My father was a cruel man Caroline." He'd never talked about his life before, people from all over had been trying to figure it out for ages but to be perfectly honest, he couldn't even remember much before that one night. She rested her hand on his arm, moving slightly closer to her as he moved to lean sideways against the rail.

"I'm sorry," Her voice was soft and he shook his head, staring down at the bubbling liquid below them.

"He used to work in the factories here, before they got shut down. I don't remember much but I remember that he was cruel. That he drank too much and would come home to beat me, and my mother. If you think me a monster, you should have seen him." She took another step closer, resting her hand on his cheek.

"I don't think you're a monster." He gave a short laugh, shaking his head as he turned back forward.

He dipped his head low for a moment before looking back up at her, "You will." She didn't have time to think of what he meant. He was in front of her in a flash, his arms gripping hers with immense strength, her lower back pressed against the iron rail, feeling it give slightly under her weight. Her eyes were wide as he held her there, his eyes slightly crazed.

"Klaus-"

"They shut down the entire block of factories because of what's below our feet right now." She tried to push him off of her but he was so strong, too strong. The fear inside her chest grew and she swallowed, turning her head to look at the liquid below her. "Some kind of radioactive solution." He was hardly looking at her now, his eyes looking slightly beyond her. "My father took me here once, right after it shut down. He threw me in, and he left me for dead." Caroline let out a shaky breath.

"Klaus please-"

"I can't let you leave again Caroline. You left once," He shook his head. His voice was thick with emotion, she'd never thought she'd hear him sound like that. So he had noticed that she'd been gone.

"I came back," Her hands gripped his shoulders. If he was throwing her down there, she was taking him with her.

"I won't take that risk again, Caroline." He let go of her for a second, only to take her face in his hands. "I hope you'll learn to forgive me." He grabbed the side of her head, shoving it down and hitting it hard against the railing as she screamed. With his considerable strength it only took one hit and she collapsed against him.

Klaus scooped her unconscious body into his arms, pushing her hair out of her face as he kissed her forehead. "It'll hurt, it'll burn horribly but it won't last for long." He knew she couldn't hear him, but he had to say it. Even if it was just to reassure himself. "You'll...feel different. Stronger. More free. But I'll be there Caroline, I promise I'll be there." He lifted her up more. She looked so peaceful. He took one more step forward and dropped her.

He watched her fall into the liquid, a small amount of smoke coming from where she'd went under. He waited a few seconds before jumping in after her. The liquid burned his skin but he knew what to expect this time. With a grimace, he pulled her lifeless body into his arms, wiping her wet hair off of her face.

He stayed there with her for a few minutes, just to be sure that the effects would take over her body and then he pulled her out. He set her limp body on the side of the pools, climbing out after her. He pulled her into his arms, carrying her out and back to his car and setting her gently in the passenger seat. The solution was slowly absorbing into her skin and within a few minutes, he knew there would be no inward or outward trace of it. Her skin would be a touch paler, her hair too perhaps but it wouldn't be able to be traced by anyone. He took his jacket from where he'd left it earlier, draping it over her shoulders before starting the car and peeling off into the night.


When she woke up she was in her own bed, in her own clothes. At first she didn't think anything was wrong but then she felt it. Caroline shot upright in bed, her eyes falling on Klaus who stood facing the large window across from the bed. He turned when he heard her stir and now he was looking at her, something that slightly resembled worry in his eyes. "Klaus…" Caroline looked down at herself. Nothing was glaringly obvious, her skin seemed unusually pale but that was about it. She just felt...off. It took her a moment to remember but when she did, her eyes widened and she scooted back on the bed, her back hitting the headboard. "What did you do?"

"How are you feeling?" He must have just showered because his hair was still damp as he walked toward her, slowly, as if he might spook her.

She slid out of the bed, retreating back toward the wall. She was shaking and he froze, holding his hands up. "What did you do to me?" She hissed at him, lunging forward and closing her hand around his neck as she slammed him back into the wall. The wood paneling cracked under the force of it and she noticed that she'd lifted him slightly, his feet slightly off the ground. She'd always been strong but never this strong. And never this fast. She'd also never felt like this. Like she could do anything, like she was invincible. For a moment she was shocked but as she warmed to the new feeling, her face split into a grin and she let out a laugh.

Her hand loosed on his neck and he fell back to his feet. Caroline took her hand away from him slowly, looking down at them as if she would find something different there. Her smile faded as she looked back up at him. "What did you do to me?" He took her hand slowly, bringing it to his face as he took a step toward her.

"I made you like me. I made you stronger." She was breathing heavily as she moved back to sit on the bed. Her hand was still in his, she hadn't pulled away and he assumed that that was a good sign. Klaus settled himself beside her.

"That...stuff...what did it do?" She looked at him worriedly, swallowing as she tried to run through a mental checklist of all the things that could be wrong with her. She felt fine though, better than fine actually. She felt fantastic. Powerful. Her entire body seemed to buzz with electricity, her entire being itching for a fight.

"It'll help you like it helped me. You won't feel guilty anymore. You won't have to feel as much. And you'll be stronger, faster, you'll be able to fight better." He was smiling at her, as if this was a good thing. As if she should be celebrating with him. There was a certain tug she felt, to do what he wanted. Though she loved him before this...was something else. More powerful, more terrifying.

"You knocked me out." She pulled her hand from his slowly. And brought it to her head, feeling the small bump where her head had made contact with the railing.

"It was better that way," His tone was defensive, "You would have...felt it, if you'd been conscious."

"Felt what?"

"The pain." By the way her eyes narrowed slightly he could tell that she was confused, and more than slightly suspicious. She wasn't quite sure what he was referring to, there hadn't been any pain, there still wasn't any pain. Klaus took her arm again, flipping it so the vulnerable skin of her wrist was facing up. "It seeps into your blood," He explained, tracing his finger along the vein beneath her skin, "And it...burns you, from the inside out. Every cell, every atom inside your body feels like it's bursting. You would have screamed, you would have begged me to make it stop. I did you a favor."

"You said your father did this to you?" She didn't pull her arm away this time, letting him hold it in his lap. Klaus nodded. "And it...changed you?" He nodded again. "Will it change me."

"Yes." She closed her eyes, letting out a breath. "Over time, most likely, as it works its way through your system. Your adrenaline is keeping it at bay now, but when you settle down…" He sighed and she nodded twice.

"And for you?"

"I was in longer than you." He reached up to push a strand of hair behind her ear and Caroline licked her lips.

"How long then...until it…" She could feel her heart rate slow slightly, and with it a tingling sensation. It wasn't bad, or painful, but it wasn't comfortable either. The hum going through her body seemed to quicken and she swallowed, her hand closing around his. She needed to hold onto something steady, and right now, he was all she had.

He knew, somehow, he always knew and he pulled her closer to him, tucking her head under his chin as he pulled them back on the bed. He leaned against the headboard and Caroline curled her body against his, her hand moving over his waist to grab tightly onto his shirt. "It'll pass." His eyes were fixed on the trees outside the large window across from them. Their branched moved slightly in the wind, the leaves falling every once in awhile, floating gracefully down onto the balcony below.

Caroline whimpered, the pain slowly growing and her grip slowly tightening. He pressed his lips against her curls, feeling the shake of her body grow more violent with every passing second. He knew of the pain that was coursing through her body. And of the pain that would come in a few hours. She would be screaming, begging him, and he would sit through it. every second of it. And when it was done, she would thank him.

Caroline couldn't think. She couldn't open her eyes, or twitch her fingers. her heart couldn't beat without the waves of pain almost crippling her. Every sense was heightened, every piece of dust that hit her skin was like a hammer, every beat of Klaus' heart beneath her ear sounded like thunder. She wondered, during a brief, fleeting moment of clarity, if this was how he felt all the time. It was no wonder he was as crazy as he was. The thought passed quickly though, and the pain came in its wake.


She's passed out about an hour ago and now she slept easily, her hand still clutching at his shirt, her face buried in his chest. He watched her carefully, breathing in time with her, his finger placed lightly against her pulse. It beat steadily, albit a little slowly. He let her sleep. Her body needed it, and when she awoke he hoped that she would forget the pain. Although he never had.

Hours later she woke up to find him breathing heavily, his head fallen back against the headboard, his arms around her loosely. It took her a moment to come to her senses, but when she did, it was like nothing she'd ever imagined.

She sucked in a slow breath, blinking a few times as she looked up at him. Klaus was fast asleep, and as she slipped from his arms, he barely stirred. Caroline stood up, looking at herself in the mirror. There wasn't any obvious physical change, but it wasn't the physicality of herself that felt different. It was...everything else.

Her mind was sharper,vision clearer, her reflexes felt faster. She could feel the dust hitting her skin. Caroline swallowed as she looked at Klaus. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly open as he slept, his breathing even. She felt an overwhelming dedication for him, a deep, almost irrational kind of love. It was maddening. She wanted him to be awake, just so that she could be with him, be of service to him. Her hand moved slowly, trailing across his cheek as his eyes opened, his breath catching. "Caroline," His voice was thick with sleep and it tugged at her. She grinned. "You're awake." He sat up slightly, pushing his hair back, blinking a few times as he woke up more. Her hand rested on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart. "How do you feel?" He looked genuinely concerned and she smiled.

"Amazing." It was a whisper and Klaus' mouth spread into a slow smile. She didn't have much warning, but then again, she didn't need much warning. His hand snaked around her neck, pulling her to him and crushing her lips against his. He flipped her under him, pressing her into the mattress. Caroline kissed him back just as eagerly, her back arching off the bed, her hand bunching into the fabric of his shirt. She pulled away for only a second, grinning at him.

This, this was going to be a blast. With that thought, she flipped him over straddling him and biting her lower lip. "We're gonna have so much fun together."


Sooo, I know this is kind of comic book-y but this whole thing is based of a comic book couple. But let me know what you think?