A/N: So, just a warning, this next chapter is a little more graphic, if you know what I mean. Also, I do not own the Coldplay song below. Don't know who does, but it's not me, so please do not sue.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Coldplay- "Fix You"

Tanya hadn't paid much attention to how they had gotten to where they were now. She knew that it had involved a car of some type, but if asked, she couldn't even tell you the color. She knew that they were now in a room somewhere in Gotham, but she didn't know the street name or even how long it had taken them to get there. Her thoughts were consumed with him.

It was different then the last time they were together. She had loathed him then, tried to kill him even. He had made her life miserable with constant death threats. There was none of that now. In the car he had rested his arm along the back of her seat, his fingers just brushing her shoulder. It was casual, like they had always done it. There were no snaky comments; not even any conversation about what had just happened at Wayne Manor. There was just the deep silence of anticipation.

That silence lingered even now. It had been the early hours of the morning when they arrived. Exhausted Tanya had fallen on the first thing she had seen: a queen sized bed in the corner. It was surprisingly soft, and even though she had tried to stay awake, her pajama clad body had betrayed her. When she had woken up, bleary eyed and unaware of the time or her surroundings she had come face to face with the Joker.

He was next to her, shirtless and asleep. She had never seen him sleep in all of the months that she had known him. His face was relaxed and his lips parted slightly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The long, unkempt lock of his hair were falling across his forehead, billowing slightly from the warmth of his breath. Tanya was captivated. She had been lying awake now for God only knows how long, watching him sleep. It was peaceful and vulnerable. She found it beautiful. His torso was pale in comparison to her cocoa brown skin. He had the physique of a man who kept in shape naturally, not by route of the gym, but some sort of outdoor occupation. It was immensely appealing, his broad chest and shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist that was tucked out of sight under the sheets.

Across his body was a myriad of scars. She hadn't noticed them much before, but in the darkness, silhouetted by moonlight, they stood like ivory hills all over his skin. Some of them were thin, some thicker and more raised, some looked old while others looked fresher. She wondered where they had all come from and how long had he had them. Most of all she wondered if the scars on the outside were responsible for some type of emotional scars. Unable to restrain herself, she reached out and trailed her fingers over them, tracing the thin, raised lines down his chest. There were too many to count. He twitched just slightly under her touch. She paused, watching him.

His brow had creased slightly as though something in his dream was upsetting him. He stirred, kicking out with his legs. His face became more lined, more distressed, his breathing less regular. Unable to watch what she knew was a nightmare, Tanya reached out and shook him gently.

"Wake up," she whispered. "Wake up."

His eyes fluttered open, instantly finding hers. He sat up slightly.

"Bad dream?" it was less of a question and more of a statement of fact.

"Did I wake you up?" he circumvented the question.

"No. I was already awake." He nodded and exhaled. She scooted closer to him tentatively. He didn't move away but watched her out of the corner of his eye. She moved closer again, pressing her side to his. She reached out to touch him again, drawing attention to his scars.

"Where did you get all of these?" she asked. He looked down at them.

"Around." Tanya sensed quickly that he didn't want to talk about it. Deciding not to press it on the first day, she settled instead for running her hands up his body and to his shoulders, pulling herself closer in, forcing him to either pull away or hold her. To her surprise he chose the latter. His arm snaked around her waist coming to rest on her thigh. Tanya leaned in and kissed his neck, trailing her kisses up to his ear. She tugged it gently with her teeth. He groaned, shifting his body so that their chests were pressed together.

"You fall asleep the minute we get here, but now that it's the middle of the night, you're ready to go?" he jokingly questioned her. She laughed softly.

"Sorry. I guess I was more tired then I thought I was." she punctuated her apology with a kiss. He quickly responded, pulling her body closer to his own. His lips were soft, massaging hers gently. His tongue teased her lips, begging them to open. She did, and his tongue swept in, roaming her mouth in a practiced motion. She moaned, pulling him harder to her, allowing her back to fall to the mattress. They kissed like that for a long while, tongues fighting back and forth, content to kiss and touch each other. His hands made their way under her shirt, grazing the underwire of her bra. Her breath hitched at the gentle touch. She gripped his back tighter and ran her legs and bare feet up and down the back of his naked calves. He gripped the bottom of her shirt and tugged it over her head, only breaking their kiss when the fabric passed between them.

Bare flesh pressed on bare flesh as they met again in a more feverish kiss. Tanya was squirming now, desperately trying to get as close to him as possible. He pulled her up, his hand massaging the globes of her backside as he pushed himself between her legs. She gasped, heat searing through her body. Unable to take it anymore, she spoke.

"I want you." her voice was breathy and deep.

"Yeah?" he sounded slightly amused, but couldn't hide the urgency in his voice either. "How bad?"

Tanya knew what he was doing but didn't care. He wanted her to beg, something she never did. She was beginning to think that this might be the exception. "Really bad." she punctuated her statement by grabbing his hand and guiding it underneath the hem of her pajama bottoms. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. He lifted her up, tugging the fabric off urgently, removing both panties and pants in one sweep. Tanya was pushing the hem of his boxers down, silently thanking God that she didn't have to deal with pants. In seconds, the two of the came back together, naked flesh on naked flesh. His fingers unhooked the clasp of her bra, nearly breaking the strap of elastic as he tossed it aside. Before she could even register what was happening she felt the distinct sensation of him pushing into her.

She gasped, grabbing him tighter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed up, matching him movement for movement. Their skin soon became slick as they moved. They became for frantic as time went on, desperate to get lost in one another. He leaned down to kiss her, his lips and tongue mimicking their motions. Tanya moaned loudly, allowing herself to lose herself in him, to be uninhibited. Desire shot through her body, pooling until she couldn't take it any longer. She cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Needing to scream something and refusing to scream out his title, she cried the first thing that came to her mind.

"I love you!' the words burst forth from her lips as every muscle in her body tightened and released in synch with one another. Moments later, he reached his own release, crying out her name in her ears. He collapsed on top of her breathlessly. Tanya's legs were quivering, spent and so in bliss that she couldn't move.

He buried his face in her neck, trying to calm his breathing. Tanya kissed his cheek gently, raking her fingers through his hair to massage his scalp. He sat up slightly to look up at her.

"You have permission to wake me up in the middle of the night anytime you want to." leave it to him to make a joke. His smile was soft, contented. For the first time, the warmth reached his eyes.

"I love you," she repeated again. She fully did not expect him to say it back, but she was going to keep telling him until the message hit home. He smiled again and kissed her. He rolled over on his back. Tanya snuggled into the crook of his arm, lying on his chest.

"Do you have a name?" she asked suddenly.

"I think you know it, baby." his chest vibrated with his chuckle.

"I mean, a real name. I don't like the Joker. That's not a name, it's a title."

"Why are you suddenly so curious?" he looked down at her, one of his eyebrows raising questioningly.

"Because, just now…I had nothing to yell out. You know my name. That's not fair." she tried to downplay it as much as possible.

"My name…" he mused. "You really need a name?"

"I'd like to know it. If I'm going to keep sleeping with you, that is." she smiled devilishly at him, but secretly hoped that it would do the trick.

He mad a face of faux-surprise. "Well, if that's the case, you can call me Jack."

"Jack." somehow it made sense. "Is that your name?"

"I think so." he looked over at her.

"You don't remember your own name?" the heaviness of such and admission hung on her.

"There's a lot I don't remember. It's easier that way." he looked at her shocked and saddened face. "Don't worry about it, sweet cheeks. Trust me. I don't want to remember."

In that moment Tanya knew what she had to do. These memories were key. Maybe if she could get him to talk to her, she could humanize him again. He already seemed much more human than he had been this morning. He had a name.

"Jack." she said it again, liking the way it rolled off her tongue.

"That's my name. Don't wear it out."

"What if I want to wear it out?" she whispered huskily in his ear, dragging her hand down his chest and under the covers. His breath hitched. She sat up and straddled him, kissing up his chest.

"I think you may be the best person I have ever kidnapped." he joked, gripping her hips.

"Flattered." she smiled.

A/N: This chapter was pretty much pure fluff, but I figured the story as a whole is pretty heavy and you guys earned it. Besides, I got a few requests for some smut. Just letting you know that this is probably the most graphic chapter I have ever written. I get a little nervous about writing that sort of stuff. I hope it was satisfying. Thanks for the reviews!