Author's note: Oh, ToryTigress92…I hope you're not wearing socks…because they're about to be knocked off! (; Making me buy all that damn ice…and I looked like a total fool hyperventilating out of my window! It's on like Donkey Kong, sister!


Bella

I sat in the Joker's lap, with him running his fingers through my wet hair, and couldn't help but feel completely content.

A purr rolled out of my chest as his dexterous fingers worked through my curls.

"You think I can make that noise, Isabella?" He suddenly asked, and I smiled and turned on his lap.

I purred again and waited for him to try with me – the noise that came out of his throat had me in fits after one moment. Through my chuckles I could hear the Joker huffing, but the sound was too funny.

When I calmed down, I grinned, "It took me ages to realise mine was only for you."

The Joker's smile dropped, and I wondered what I had said…

His fingers suddenly grasped my chin and I let him pull my face to his – our lips were a hair's breadth away from each other's and his brown-green eyes had blackened drastically.

"You are mine," he stated, his voice deep and dark.

I pressed my body closer to his, my thighs either side of his and our chests sealed together – I smiled as his eyes smouldered and his heartbeat quickened. His fingers released my chin and trailed down my neck, caressing places that had gone unloved for far too long.

His mouth followed his fingers, and he pressed hot kisses to my neck – I moaned as his tongue lapped at my ucipital mapilary. It had always been one of those places that just…set me on fire.

Joker chuckled huskily against my neck, "You like that?"

He nibbled at the dip and my body flamed – then his bite became harder, rougher. I moaned, holding his face to my neck and arching my back – I was careful not to crush him, but anything else was fair game.

He sucked on the spot, causing an ache to grow inside me – I ground myself against him, desperately looking for the friction that I only wanted from him.

Joker moaned as my nails ran over the back of his neck, beneath his collar – I did it again, to find the place that he obviously liked. When I scored the very top of his spine, he shivered against me.

I smirked, "You like that?"

He growled and pushed me back onto his desk – as he loomed over me, I swore his eyes flashed bright green.

One of his hands came up to pin mine above my head on the wooden desk top – he pressed his body to mine, making his scent and heat wash over me.

I moaned and writhed as his other hand ran down my body, his fingers dancing across my skin like flickers of fire creating sparks in my belly.

Joker's mouth came down on my neck again, and I felt everything inside me whirl pleasantly as he scraped his teeth across my skin.

He kissed his way towards my ear, flicking the lobe with his tongue as he growled, "Oh, yeah. I like it, Sweetheart."

His free hand pushed my thighs apart and toyed with the zip of my still-wet jeans – I panted against his cheek, wanting him to go where I thought he was.

Ever so slowly, the zip came down.

The Joker's heart pounded against my chest, and I felt like I was human again.

Without a word, he ripped away the soaked denim with a strength that he had displayed many times yet his appearance didn't show – I could feel his muscles beneath his clothes when he pressed his body to mine, and I longed to see his skin bared in the dim moonlight.

My legs had a mind of their own, and they ensnared the Joker between them and the edge of the desk.

I could feel his length pressed against me, only two layers of clothing between us – I could feel his heat and I needed it.

I pleaded him with my eyes to hurry up, to give me what I so desperately needed.


Joker

I watched her beg without words, her black eyes wide and pleading.

I smirked and ripped away her ruined shirt.

Beneath her unflattering clothes there was a body that screamed pure lust and desire – her curves were sinful and underwear highlighted that. The silver lace and silk was wet and clung to her skin enticingly…and they were both completely see-through from the rain.

With a growl, my lips attacked Isabella's sternum – I could taste the rain on her skin, along with her strawberry scent, and it sent shivers rolling through my body.

My clothes were stifling, choking the air from my lungs as my body heated up to the nth degree in reaction to my tiger's – I didn't release her hands as I ripped at the buttons of my shirt.

The material fluttered to the floor and my chest was bared to her in the weak moonlight – it was scarred and my skin was a far cry from the silky perfection beneath me.

But Isabella's eyes raked over me like I was the most perfect man on Earth.

The buttons of my pants popped open one-by-one under my fingers, and I was throbbing for my release against the flimsy material.

When they dropped, Isabella smiled the wickedest smile I had ever seen on the face of a beautiful woman.

Her legs pulled me closer and we slid together like magnets.

I let her hands go, eager for her cool touch on my overheated skin – she didn't disappoint.

Her fingers teased every scar, every imperfection on my skin – I wished I could do the same, but she had none.

As if she read my thoughts, Isabella smiled, "I have more scars than your human eyes can see."

Before I knew it, she was naked in front of me and her underwear lay discarded on the floor.

Oh, and she was perfect – a wet, brunette Goddess sitting on the battered wooden desk before me. Her breasts were tip-tilted and topped off with perfect, pink peaks – my mouth practically watered at the sight of them. Her skin shimmered in the moonlight, and my hands automatically reached forwards to claim every inch of her.

My tiger's hands covered mine and she pulled them to her body as her legs tightened their hold around my waist. She dragged my fingertips across her skin, and then I felt the scars she spoke of. There was one on her neck, on her collarbone, so faint that I was sure it almost wasn't there. There was one on her ribs, and one on the inside of her thigh, and one just beneath her jaw…

She suddenly let go of my hands and put hers beneath them.

"Mark me," she whispered.

I grinned, taking her index finger and dragging it up the inside of her thigh – her nail scored her skin as I pressed and a fine silver line appeared beneath our touch.

I bent, licking the path we had taken – it was sweet, the liquid that collected along the line, and it seemed like it was her blood. I smiled against her inner thigh as she moaned and bucked her hips to bring her heat closer to my face.

I took her hand over her body, scoring her chest and neck before I was satisfied with my work.

My tongue soothed the lines as soon as they were made, and Isabella's sweet taste invaded my mouth, numbing it slightly.

In contrast to my previously-slow movements, my hand quickly slid up the inside of her thigh and I plunged two fingers into her ready and heated core.

She screamed out, clutching at my shoulders almost painfully, "Joker!"

"Scream for me," I growled into her thigh as my mouth moved closer to her apex – she did just that, again and again.

Soon I was tasting the sweetness she had to offer – oh, and did she have something to offer… She was so sweet, like sugar and honey, and her taste ran over my tongue like silk as I lapped at her folds.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as I circled her bundle of nerves, and I felt blood slowly rolling from the wounds on my back – her fingers brushed away at the beads and I watched from my position as she licked her bloody fingers clean.

Then her hands urged me up – I bit my way up her body to her mouth, and then suddenly her hand closed around my length.

I moaned a growl, "Tiger…"

My fingers worked faster against her nub and inside her on that secret, little sweet spot as her hand pumped me.

Our gazes locked as her silky, yet unyielding, hand worked me, and I thrust my fingers faster – I stretched her by adding another as we stared, and Isabella reciprocated by thumbing the sensitive underside of my shaft.

Our hips bucked in sync, both watching the other come undone before our very eyes.

Her eyes flashed and her lips parted in pleasure, and I growled and kissed her mercilessly when her grip tightened and her pumping quickened.

Our breath came heavy and fast, as we panted into each other's mouths – my tongue tugged hers as I felt the brink approaching, and I flicked the tip of my tongue against her sharp teeth, cutting it.

"Taste me," I murmured against her lips, as pleasure tugged at the bottom of my spine and stomach.

As my blood rolled over her tongue and down her throat, we fell over the edge.

I exploded, surrounded by Isabella and a dark cloud of pure pleasure and mind-blowing bliss.

I dimly heard Isabella scream out and her thighs tighten around my waist, as she pulsed around my fingers and clamped down on them as if she were dying for my touch.

As the last spasms shook me, I rested my forehead against hers and tilted one fingertip – the fleshy bump I was looking for met my touch, and Isabella screamed for me again as her pleasure resurfaced and doubled as I caressed it roughly.

"Thank…" I breathed, "…my history of human anatomy…"

Her screams were music to my ears, and I revelled in them as I withdrew my fingers and then slowly licked them before her eyes, one-by-one…

Isabella made me pause at the last one – her lips slowly came toward my mouth and her tongue peeked out to lap at my finger. My tongue joined hers, tasting her sweetness and playfully colliding and battling for it.

I bit at her full bottom lip and she moaned breathily, sending her sweet breath over my face.

"So," I grinned lazily, "You like that?"


Bella

I was practically a puddle.

I lay back on the Joker's desk with a thump and looked at him through my lashes – he had braced himself against the desk with his arms, and I watched his muscles flex with the action of holding him up.

I could see his knees were slightly shaking, almost imperceptibly, and I knew that I affected him as much as he affected me – even if neither of us cared to admit it.

I liked the domination, and he liked it too – I wouldn't tell him he was just as crazy for me as I was for him.

Oh, and we were both so crazy – in more ways than one…

I tilted my head back over the edge of the desk and looked out into the darkened room beyond the Joker's office – he wouldn't be able to see the piles of dead and dismembered bodies, but I sure could.

I didn't even feel a twinge.

They were in my way, between me and my mate – there was no one I wouldn't kill to get to him.

His hot, thin fingers suddenly twisted in my hair and pulled my face to his for a wild kiss as he leant over the desk. I bit at his lip, enjoying the moan he gave me in return.

Joker pulled away slightly, and whispered, "Time to have a nap, Sweetheart."

His voice was almost…tender…and I smiled at him softly – animals to lovers in one second flat; we were truly insane.

He lifted me and then kicked open a side-door next to one of the filing cabinets – then came a set of creaky stairs, and then we were in a large underground room where the lights were already on. The walls were pasted with newspaper clippings and pictures of buildings and people – then there were maps and blue-prints.

I wondered if this was where the Joker decided what to destroy next.

"A long time in Arkham gives you a different impression of what home looks like, Tiger," he suddenly offered, setting me down on a bed pushed up against on of the walls.

"Home is where the heart is," I murmured, looking around.

The wall beneath the stairs was covered in knives and blades of all sorts, and then there were boxes of guns and grenades and smoke bombs beneath them.

I smiled when I saw a dart board with a drawing of Batman on – there was a single dart in it, and it was in his mouth. My perfect memory flashed before my eyes, and I remembered that that was where my lips had lingered that night in the small, back-alley square.

I wondered whether I should tell the Joker that I knew who Batman was – I didn't truly care, and I didn't think that he would kill him…but then I didn't truly care about that either. Bruce Wayne was nothing to me, but I chose to keep quiet until asked.

The splashing of water brought me out of my thoughts, and I watched Joker wipe off his war-paint.

I smirked as I lay back on the bed, still completely naked as him, "Shame – I like your make-up."

"Do you want to wake up with it all over you?" He asked, mirroring my grin as he strode back over to me.

"I wouldn't mind…" I trailed off seductively, and then added, "But I don't sleep."

Joker sat down on the bed and pulled me to him, "What do you mean – are we getting into vamp-stuff now, Tiger?"

I nodded against his chest, "I don't sleep…at all…ever."

"Well! You're gonna have a fun time watchin' me," he smirked.

As we lay back and he pulled the cover over us, I looked over his face – his skin was quite pale anyway without the make-up, but he looked…so much younger without the peeling mask.

I stroked his cheek tenderly as his eyes fluttered shut, "You're pretty."

"And you're motherfuckin' crazy," he grinned sleepily.

"I know it," I murmured, kissing him softly. "Goodnight."

His arms tightened around me as his heart slowed and his breathing evened, and he slowly drifted off into sleep.

I just held him, wishing I could join him in sleep too.


Time ticked by slowly, but not slowly enough for my liking.

I watched the Joker's face twist in pain occasionally, and then I kissed him softly until it smoothed out again.

I examined his scars for a time, working out how they could have happened without all his bullshit – I liked his stories, but a part of me wanted to know.

I could tell it was definitely caused by a knife, and that the skin had taken a while to grow back…but apart from that, he was a mystery.

I just smiled and held him tighter.

It was hours later that his arms tightened around me and his heart picked up its beating.

I smiled wickedly as his hand began to drift to the curve of my ass, and I knew he was pretending to still be asleep.

"You know," I murmured softly, nibbling his Adam's apple, "I can tell when you're awake and when you're asleep. Vampires know things like that, Jay."

"Jay?" He questioned gruffly, a smirk curling his lips. "How did you know I like that name, Tiger?"

"I like it, too," I chuckled, nudging his chin.

His mouth descended on my neck quickly, shaking his sleepy stupor off almost immediately – his teeth ran over my dead pulse and I shivered against him.

"Mmm," he growled against my neck, "You like me using my teeth… You want me to rip you apart like the little lamb you are…don't you, Sweetheart?"

I moaned, threading the fingers of one of my hands through his hair as the other ran down his scarred and muscled chest, "And you're…ah…the big, bad wolf?"

Joker chuckled against my collarbone, "Uh-huh. Sugar, I've eaten up plenty of girls like you before…"

It riled me, and before I could check my actions, I had flipped him on his back and straddled his waist, "There are no other girls."

"No," he grinned, "There's one bat-shit crazy woman…" I ground down on him and he growled, "And I am warm for her cold, dead form."

I smirked and rolled with him off of the bed and onto the hard floor – I pinned him there with my entire body, "I'm not cold."

I wasn't – his heat throughout the night had warmed by body nicely.

"And I'm not dead," I murmured, grinding my heat against his hardness to show him just how alive I was.

Then an idea struck me.

"And there's something else I want you to know…"

I pulled him from the room at vampire-speed, and his feet barely brushed the floor – we stood in the shadowy doorway at the top of the stairs and I pushed him past me.

Joker stood by his desk, gloriously naked in the warm early-morning sun.

He gave me a curious look, "The sun?"

I smiled and nodded…before stepping forwards.

My skin lit up like a Christmas tree, sparkles erupting on my body and casting thousands of rainbows around the room.

The Joker stood there, staring at my shining, naked body.


Joker

The shit was insane.

She…sparkled…like an angel – an angel of death.

She stood with her back facing the open office doorway, where I could see dead bodies strewn about the room outside – blood-painted walls were the background, and Isabella was the foreground as the picture of sparkling innocence.

Lust roared through me at the scene – she was my angel of death.

I crooked my finger for her to come closer, and she was shining right before my eyes in less than half a second.

My fingertips brushed her sparkling cheek as I tried to find the diamonds that were laced into her skin – she was beautiful, deadly, crazed…

She was perfect.

I smiled, "How would you like to help me on a little…business venture?"

Isabella beamed, "Show me the ropes."


(Third)

"The city was woken by the largest explosion it has seen to-date…"

Caroline Carr's voice carried out over the smoke-filled streets from the bars and open apartment windows where Gotham civilians had gathered to watch the events unfold. Most of them were still wearing their pyjamas and robes, and they jostled each other to see the TV screen as images of red and orange flickered over it.

"A bomb, planted in Gotham park, went of at exactly 9:13 this morning – there were a number of civilian casualties, but no serious injuries were sustained…"

A paper appeared on the desk before Caroline Carr and her eyes widened – the city broke out into worried murmurs as they awaited her next words.

"This is an important safety announcement! Lock all doors and windows! The explosion has released a type of hazardous gas…"

Then she giggled.

So did some of the bar patrons…

And some of the children in the school nearby…

And the vendor on the corner of the street peering through the window of Joe's café at the TV screen there…

Caroline Carr began laughing uproariously, along with half of Gotham.

But as soon as the laughing began, screams erupted from around the city – people began collapsing, laughing as their hearts gave out and smiles twisting their faces as they shuddered from the seizures wracking their bodies.

Caroline Carr collapsed on her desk just before a new picture flashed on the screen – the signal had been hacked, and now a new show was playing.

A girl's face appeared on the screen, grinning wildly beneath the dark make-up she wore over her eyes and mouth.

The Joker appeared beside her, and they both looked at each other before singing, "Good morning, Gotham!"

It was officially the Clown Prince of Crime's time to reign.


Author's note:

Thank you for all the reviews on the last chapter! They were brilliant, and you have to thank ToryTigress92 for the quicker update – her story's totally inspired me and got my butt in gear with this fic (;