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Warning: I feel like even though it's already rated M, I should put a warning because there's a lemon.
A/N: So thank you to everyone who has followed, favourite and also to Bemmy, LadyNorth76, Suki. Fictionist, haha95, Guest and middleearthart for reviewing. Also huge thanks to LadyNorth who has helped go over and edit this chapter to make it better.
After a moment, she realized that it was the Joker who had him pinned up against the wall. He was still wearing the police uniform that he had left in, just without the hat. Like before, he wasn't wearing his grease paint. She still found it hard to recognize him at first glance.
He took a switchblade out of his police coat pocket to hover it in front of the man's mouth. The man looked absolutely terrified and she wasn't surprised, she would be too if she were in his position.
"What did I say about not being up here Tom?"
"T-to not g-go u-up here." He was stuttering in fear.
"So why are you?" the Joker asked frowning.
It took Isabelle a moment before she could react to what was happening. She had been frozen in shock for a bit, just watching the scene unfold right in front of her. She realized what the Joker must have seen…Tom standing in front of her, holding her face with blood on his hands and her with tears running down her bruised face, with her shirt ripped open and a cut on her stomach. It must've looked like the man—Tom—was hurting her.
Isabelle snapped out of her daze. She ran over to them, putting her hands around the Joker's arm that was pushing the guy up against the wall.
She tugged on Joker's arm lightly. "Don't kill him." He only ignored her and shoved her away, a tad too roughly.
"So, Tom. Why are you up here?" He repeated the question.
The blade was in Tom's mouth, so he couldn't speak without cutting himself. Isabelle just went over to Joker again to lay a hand on his shoulder and tugged him back a bit. She couldn't let this guy die for doing nothing wrong. "Joker, he didn't do anything. It was the other guy. He was only trying to help. He tried to stop the other guy. Don't kill him, he didn't do anything..." Her voice turned to a desperate whisper. "Please."
To her surprise, the Joker actually hesitated to consider what she had said. She had never seen him hesitate before.
"And who did hit you then?" He asked, but didn't take the blade out of Tom's mouth.
"The guy in the bedroom." She answered, taking her hand off of his shoulder.
"The bedroom?" He asked, looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah, I...uh, knocked him out."
Joker burst out laughing and then took the blade from the Tom's mouth. Tom let out a breath of relief and his posture relaxed a bit.
"Looks like it's your lucky day Tom." Joker said and slapped him lightly on the cheek. He made a gesture for him to leave, which Tom did, not wasting a second to stay in the Joker's presence any longer than he had to.
Isabelle was shaking a bit, now that the adrenaline was fading from her system. She was starting to feel the effects of the cut on her stomach and the bruise on her cheek. She wrapped the shirt around her middle, in an attempt to cover herself a bit more.
The Joker saw this and actually took off the police jacket he was wearing to hold it out for her to take. She took it from him, grateful and carefully put it on. It drowned her and nearly reached her knees, going past the shirt and the boxer shorts she was in. She buttoned it up.
"Wait on the sofa." He said and watched her walk over to take a seat. Then he went into the bedroom, out of her sight.
She looked around the room. There were no windows in here either. She didn't see why she couldn't at least get to come in this room too. 'Maybe the door doesn't have a lock?'
She heard some sounds from the other room and saw the Joker half lead, half drag the still drunk and only just conscious man out of the room. He shut the door behind him, leaving her alone.
She sat on the sofa, waiting. She crossed her legs and winced a bit when the movement caused the jacket to rub against her wound.
It was around ten to fifteen minutes until he returned. He looked the same, but she noticed a few small splatters of blood on his white shirt. However, she wasn't so bothered this time seeing blood on him.
He got the first aid kit from the bathroom and went to kneel in front of her, laying the kit out on the small coffee table behind him. He also brought a bowl filled with hot water. He got a cloth to soak in the water and he looked at her.
"Izzy, I need to clean the cut."
She unbuttoned the coat so that he could clean her wound. Her stomach tensed when he first brought the damp cloth to her wound, but she tried to relax as much as she could. She bit her lip to stop herself saying something about the stinging pain of the water on her fresh cut.
Neither of them spoke a word as he cleaned her cut and put a bandage over it. It wasn't actually that bad since it didn't need stitches, it only stung a bit. Her face pretty bruised. But not as bad as when the Joker first kidnapped her and knocked her out with the butt of his gun. It should fade completely within a week.
Once he was done with cleaning up the cut, he sat across from her on the coffee table. He leaned his elbows on his knees. His hair was back in its normal, slightly messy style. But it wasn't green. He looked so normal, until you noticed the scars. But she had been around him so long, she didn't really notice them anymore. She had gotten used to them.
"I heard what happened from Tom." He said. "What happened before he was knocked out?"
She took a deep breath, not particularly wanting to talk about it. "He grabbed me, and uh,…cut open my shirt. Then…kissed me, but I-I kneed him in the balls and kicked him in the face. Then when he came at me again, I threw the chair at him, which knocked him out…Sorry I broke your chair."
He smirked at her apology. She was looking down, to avoid eye contact with him. She was trying to keep the memory out of her mind. He reached out to tilt her head up and slightly to the side to get a better look at her bruise. He squinted at it.
"Hmm, not too bad either." He muttered.
He was really close to her she realized, his face a couple of inches away from hers. She could smell the gasoline and gunpowder on him, just not as strong as it usually was.
She looked at him properly and for some reason that she didn't know, she leaned over…and kissed him.
He didn't hesitate and kissed her firmly back. His scars felt rough in contrast to her skin, but she enjoyed the feeling. The kiss was full of lust and when he lightly nipped her bottom lip, she opened her mouth, letting his tongue brush against hers. Her whole mind exploded with feelings and emotions.
He leaned forward to push her back onto the couch. She grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him down with her as he lowered her back on the sofa, neither of them breaking the kiss. After about five minutes, she wrapped her legs around his waist as he picked her up off the sofa to walk through to the bedroom.
He lay her on the bed, pushing her down. He lowered himself on top of her, forcing her legs apart as he pressed himself against her. She brought a hand up to run through his hair. He sat up a bit, breaking the kiss so that he could unbutton his shirt. She sat up to take off the jacket he had given her. Once he threw his shirt to the ground, he moved back on top of her.
She ran a hand up his stomach and chest. He wasn't very muscular, but she wasn't really into guys who were. He had toned muscles, and just the right amount too. He took her shorts off and then moved onto her bra, both garments joining the growing pile on the floor.
His hand came up to cup her breast, kneading her nipple. Isabelle moaned at the sensations he was creating. The sound she made seemed to encourage him, as he deepened their kiss.
She could feel his erection in his trousers, between her thighs, pressed up against her. His mouth moved to press firm kisses down the column of her neck. His hands trailed down her sides, coming to a stop at her waist.
She moved her hands to take off his belt and trousers and, then finally, his boxers. He brought a hand up to tangle itself in her hair.
He positioned himself and thrust inside of her. She arched her back into him as he did and she let out a soft moan. Her hands ran up his back feeling his smooth skin, with a few scars here and there.
She broke the kiss to press her forehead against his shoulder when he started thrusting. Her whole body was alive! Pleasure was running through her as he kissed her again, lightly biting her bottom lip.
Her legs wrapped around him in a tight hold, to pull him deeper into her. She could feel she was about to come, as he filled her deeper than before. Lust coursed through her, urging her on. The heat coiling below her belly was burning her! She didn't know how much longer she could last.
And then…she was coming. It was as if her world was shattering all around her. She tightened around him. A cry of pleasure tore from her throat as she shouted out. He let out a low growl as his member pulsed and he came too, spilling into her.
She could feel her whole body unwinding as she deteriorated in that moment. She let out a shuddering sigh as he pulled out of her. He collapsed onto his back, next to her, panting hard along with her. She could feel her heart hammering inside of her chest as she tried to sort out her jumbled senses.
He reached down to pull the covers over them both. And he grabbed her waist to pull her against him. Her head rested on the dip between his shoulder and chest as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heart beating. One of his arms was wrapped around her waist, holding her against him. She closed her eyes, dropping off to sleep.
And for the first time in a long time she was happy.
A/N: Hey, so it's been pointed out that this may seem to happen a little fast and sudden, which is fine because I totally get where you are coming from. I was a bit iffy about it too but I'm trying to keep it all in sync with the movie plot line timings and I'm running out of time for when the movie ends and what I want to happen in the fic in that limited time, so I had to rush it a bit, if that makes any sense to you. So sorry bout that and I hope you understand why I did rush it a bit, my explanation wasn't very good.
