Willow woke up with a start the following morning. Her heart raced as she stared up the ceiling, and she laid still, trying to figure out why. Nonetheless she felt ridiculously awake now, and she sighed as she looked over to her right, her eyes falling on a sleeping Joker. She grinned slightly as she watched his figure rise and fall, and she admired the way his dirty blond hair fell in his face, some strands rising then falling as he breathed deeply from his nose, as if almost growling. She continued to watch until a horrible memory came to mind, and she quickly sat up, recalling how Dan had caught her sneaking into Joker's room. But yet, on the other hand, she had also caught him leaving to go somewhere. She thought for a moment, deciding it was best to get out of bed and clear the situation up.
She moved out of the bed as gently as she could as to not wake Joker, and she quietly opened the door, closing it lightly behind her as she descended down the stairs. The house seemed empty as the early morning sunlight flooded in through the windows. Dan wasn't in the living room and as she walked into the kitchen she sighed as she closed her eyes. She finally turned to the fridge to take out the coffee container. If she was up this early she knew she might as well make the most of it.
A few minutes later Dan emerged from the hallway, and he paused when he saw Willow in the kitchen. She turned from just turning on the coffee maker and they both stared at each other, an uneasy tension in the room. Finally Dan cleared his throat and he proceeded over to the kitchen.
"Morning," he said as he cleared his throat again. He looked over to her quickly before he turned back to the cabinet to grab a plate. Willow continued to look at him, however, trying to pull what Joker always did on her. She wanted to make him feel nervous. However, as Willow was quickly realizing, she just wasn't menacing.
"So..." Dan started a short minute later as he placed a bagel on the plate. "What exactly was it that I saw last night?" Willow swallowed as she leaned against the counter, her hip protruded to the right as she crossed her arms. Dan finally turned to look at her, forgetting about his bagel for the time being, and he crossed his own arms. "You cheating on my brother?"
"No," Willow said back as she narrowed her eyes on him. His eyes looked sunken back again, and slightly bloodshot. Something was off about him. He didn't appear so 'professional' and clean as he normally tried to be. It looked as though he had a pretty rough night.
"That's bullshit," Dan said with a laugh as he turned back around.
"Where were you going last night?" Willow asked as she stared at the back of his head. Dan could feel her gaze, but he tried his best to ignore her.
"Nowhere," he answered after a long pause, and Willow cocked an eyebrow.
"Well talk about bullshit," she said smoothly, and she smiled nicely at him once he turned around, his face slightly reddened. "I'm not the most sensible person around, but your facial expression is telling me that I shouldn't believe you."
Dan continued to glare at her. Where was all this coming from? She was normally so quiet. It was obvious she was hiding something herself, otherwise she wouldn't be so up on finding out where he had gone...
"Okay," Dan said slowly as he tossed his knife, covered in cream cheese, into the sink. "Explain why I saw you sneaking into Jack's room last night."
"I was just going in there to-"
"Without knocking? Whitney I watched you. You quietly sneaked out of Joey's room and instantly started for Jack's door. But what I don't understand is, your timing. You weren't even gone for five minutes. I know Joey wasn't asleep by then..."
Damn. She had this in the bag. She knew no matter what she wasn't in the fault. It didn't matter if Dan thought she was 'cheating' on Joey, when fact of the matter was she wasn't, therefore nobody would have anything to be upset about. But now Dan was onto something, and Willow swallowed nervously, scared she had just spoiled the charade.
"What's going on Whitney?"
Willow continued to stare at him, her eyes narrowed and her lips thin. He continued to stare back at her. The room was deathly quiet, the only noise being the gurgling from the coffee maker. Willow wasn't sure what to say or do.
"What's going on with you?" She asked. "I want to know where you were going."
"And I want to know why you were sneaking into Jack's room." It fell silent again as they continued to glare at each other. Finally Dan rolled his eyes and he sighed. "Okay fine. I won't tell Joey what I saw if you don't tell Joey what you saw. Deal?"
"Deal," Willow said. She continued to glare at him until finally Dan started passed her to sit at the table. She shook her head as she turned to grab out two mugs from the cabinet. She poured the coffee into them, fixing them up with cream and sugar. She turned off the coffee maker, grabbed both mugs, and started towards the stairs.
"Is there anymore coffee?" Dan asked. She stopped and looked behind her shoulder.
"Oh, no. Sorry." She smirked at him, a large frown on his face, and she proceeded upstairs.
She managed to open the door and she stepped inside the dark room, placing her mug of coffee down on the same table as the snakes. Rampage instantly rattled his tail, his annoying habit that nearly kept Willow up all night, and she closed the door behind her. Joker stirred in the bed, and her heart pounded nervously as she started over towards his side of the bed, being careful not to trip over anything. Suddenly she wasn't sure what possessed her to decide to bring Joker some coffee, and in bed, no less. She held her ground once she reached his side of the bed. He finally turned onto his back, and he opened his eyes slowly, not even reacting to seeing Willow standing next to the bed, watching him. He raised an eyebrow at her as he glared, trying to adjust his eyes to the darkness.
"I brought you some coffee," Willow said, a small smile appearing on her lips a short second after. Joker raised an eyebrow at her, and just when she thought he was going to go off on her, a sleepily grin spread on his bare lips.
"So you did," he said sleepily. He finally sat up, and Willow couldn't help but look down to his bare chest for a split second once the blanket fell. After he turned on the lamp next to him, he leaned against his pillows and Willow handed him the steaming hot mug of coffee. "So," Joker went on after he had taken a sip, surprised to find she had made it just how he always preferred. "What's the occasion?"
Willow was returning back to the bed after she had grabbed her own mug. Joker eyed her legs in her shorts before his eyes roamed back up. Willow didn't seem to notice as she got back on the bed, and she crossed her legs, Indian style as she sat on her side of the bed, facing Joker. She finally shrugged. "I don't know," she said truthfully. "So, um... Dan saw me coming in here last night."
"Oh?" Joker asked as he raised his eyebrows, bringing the mug to his lips. She could just see the ends of his scars peaking from around the giant mug and she stared blankly at them. "And what... conclusions did ol' Danny come to?"
"He thinks I'm cheating on Joey."
"Well now," Joker said with that same wide grin. "Looks like we have our own soap opera goin' on."
"I caught him leaving somewhere too, though." Willow said. "He was literally just going out the door."
"Interesting," Joker said as he nodded. Willow continued to stare at him with wide, worried eyes as he went on with his coffee, trying to enjoy it. "Am I missing the punch line here? Because I'm not seeing the big deal in all of this."
"No it's just he's not as stupid as Joey says. He knew Joey wasn't asleep when I left, so he knows that Joey knows I left."
"Well Nancy Drew," Joker said as he sat up a little more. He looked at her for a split second before he looked back down to his coffee. He took another sip. "Are you suggesting that you nearly blew our cover?"
"Well, yeah," Willow said. Joker stared at her a moment longer before his face scrunched up into a smile, his eyes closed, as he laughed. Willow raised an eyebrow.
"What a great start to my morning," Joker said. "Willow, he's leaving today. And knowing Joey he'll be kicking him out bright and early."
Willow continued to look at him and she finally sighed as she took another sip of her coffee. Rampage rattled his tail behind her and Joker grinned.
"We're gonna have to tell Joey about the snakes," he said. When Willow looked back up to him she saw that he was smiling widely.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because he's the only one that is going to be able to get our dear little pets food."
Willow frowned. "He's not going to go out every week to get them rats."
"Oh, he will," Joker said. "Let's not forget who I am here!"
Willow smiled slightly as she took another sip of her coffee. She had a feeling today was going to be a rather good day due to the fact it already had a great start...
–
About an hour later, after Joker had gotten dressed and Joey had gotten out of bed, everyone was gathered back downstairs. Willow was busy rinsing her and Joker's mugs in the sink and loading the dishwasher while Dan, Joey and Joker all sat at the table. Joey was reading the newspaper while Joker looked at the comics section. Dan was busy drinking his own cup of coffee.
"Oh, Joey," Dan started suddenly. Willow looked up to him and he grinned at her before he looked back to his brother.
"What?" Joey asked, his morning voice gruff.
"I won't be staying in Gotham for another week," he said. "Some things have come up and I have to get back home."
"That's good," Joey said as he idly turned the page of the news paper. Joker looked up to Dan over the top of the comics page with a childish grin.
"I'd say so," Dan said as he stood from the table. "It's about time I get back to some normality and organization."
"I couldn't agree with you more," Joey said passively as he started on a new news headline. He had just opened his mouth to say something to Willow but quickly stopped himself, and instead read the article himself. Dan was nice enough to hand Willow his plate, and he disappeared around the corner for a shower.
Joker placed the newspaper on the table and he stood from his seat. "Hey Joey!" He said cheerfully. Joey glanced up at him with tired eyes. "I know you're probably not in the mood for this, and since I don't really care, me and Willow here have something to show you."
"Oh no," Joey said slowly. "What?"
"You'll see," Joker said. He turned and started towards the stairs. Joey dreadfully looked over to Willow.
"What did he do?"
Willow was at a loss for words as she looked at him. Finally she closed the dishwasher and started out of the kitchen.
"I don't want to be the one to explain," she said.
"Smart move, girly," Joey said as he finally stood from the table. With a growl he followed Willow up the stairs towards the opened guest bedroom door. Once he was in earshot, he paused on the top stair.
"Did I just hear... rattling?"
Willow nervously turned around and grinned slightly before she continued inside. Joey closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath before he started in the room. He turned and looked to the two tanks sitting on the long, wooden table, disbelief all over his face.
"I tell you not to do anything stupid," he started as he looked at the rattlesnake in its large tank. "And what does he do?"
"I'm not stupid, Joseph," Joker said in his defense. Joey turned to Joker, glancing down at the smaller snake in his hand. Joey sighed as she turned around, closing the door behind him. Joker remained standing while Willow sat on the bed, Joey taking a lounge chair in the corner of the room, opposite of the door.
"Why a rattlesnake?" Joey asked. "You know those are-"
"Yes Joey, I know. I have a plan." Joker grinned at him. Joey rolled his eyes.
"You always have a plan, Jack," he said. "Why do I gotta be involved in it?"
"Because you'll like it," Joker said. "And it'll just be like the good ol' days, hmm? All those sweet, chaotic acts..."
"...that almost made me lose the club?" Joey continued on as he raised his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. Willow looked back and forth between Joker and Joey, desperate to know what the incident was. "They fun at the time Jack but they almost cost me big time, ya feel me?"
"That's not true and you know it," Joker said. "You are as paranoid as they come, Joey."
"I am not paranoid, man, I-"
"And defensive!" Joker said. Willow smiled slightly as Joker sat on the bed. Joey glared at her before he turned back to Joker.
"So what's this plan?" Joey asked. "That requires a snake."
"Not the just the snake, Joey," Joker said as he rolled his eyes. "The snake's venom."
"I'm not sure I follow," Joey said sarcastically as he leaned forward. "Please explain."
"Venomous bullets, Joey!" Joker said.
"What?" Willow asked as she made a face behind Joker. He ignored her for the time being, figuring he'd break it down for her later.
"Why?" Joey asked as he shook his head. "What's the point?"
Joker sighed loudly as he slumped his shoulders. "The only point is because we can. We go out on a joy ride, shoot at a few... moving targets, and watch as, for the time being, Gotham becomes confused-"
"-as to why people are getting silly gunshots to the legs and arms and dying of heart failure?"
"Exactly," Joker said, his eyes wide and eyebrows raised, exposing those wrinkles. Joey stared at him before he a grin spread onto his face. "Ha!" Joker said as he quickly stood up, Crystal tightening around his hand. "I knew you'd go for it, I taught you well, Joey!"
Joey continued to smile as he shook his head. "And how are you going to harvest this venom?" Joey asked as he finally stood."
"I just need a few supplies," Joker said. "All I need you to do is be the provider of the food."
Joey rolled his eyes and he looked down to the snake in Joker's hand.
"Why you get that snake?" He asked finally. Joker held it up and he nodded over to Willow.
"It's hers," he said simply with a shrug. Joey looked over to Willow, who looked confused as ever. Joey grinned at her before he finally turned to leave the room. Willow watched silently as Joker put Crystal away in the tank, and after locking it, he exited the room behind Joey.
–
The morning seemed to move passed quickly. Joey spent most of his time in his office while Joker hung out in the basement. Dan had left somewhere after breakfast, leaving Willow to wander around. After she had smoked two cigarettes she finally went inside just as Joey was coming out of his office, holding a bottle of rum.
"Hey," he said with a grin as he went into the kitchen.
"Hi," Willow said as she leaned against the counter. "Isn't it a bit early?"
"Nah," Joey said easily. "It's never too early."
Willow smiled as she watched him fill a glass with ice. He brought it and the bottle over to the counter where he proceeded to pour the liquid.
"What's Joker doing downstairs?"
"I don't know," Joey said as he capped the rum. "I think it was a mistake of me to ask him to help..."
Willow laughed. "Why?"
"Because if I have an opinion on what would look better, I'm gay. If I don't want to knock out a wall completely, I'm lazy. But if I want to add on to the room, I'm asking too much." Willow laughed as Joey rolled his eyes, and he took a big sip from his glass. "Jack is fucking impossible."
"What was he talking about this morning?" Willow asked as she continued to look at him. "About the 'good ol' days' or whatever?"
Joey smiled as he nodded, swallowing his second sip. "Just, stupid things we used to do after he came to Gotham."
"Like what?" Willow asked, her eyes wide, full of curiosity.
"I don't know," Joey said. "A ton of shit. Ask Jack."
"He won't tell me anything," Willow complained. Joey sighed.
"Just, everyday, average crime shit. Robbing places, getting in with all the big names, killing people."
Willow was smiling. "What happened?" She asked finally. "Why don't you do it anymore?"
"Two reasons," Joey said as he started around the counter. "I'm not about to go to jail and lose everything I've worked hard to get, and Jack seems to think he's too good for all the... petty stuff."
"What's this venom thing then?" Willow asked as she took a step closer to him. "He said himself he doesn't have a reason."
Joey sighed, rolling his eyes as he nodded. "Dudes unpredictable. Right when you think you've got him figured out, he pulls a fast one on ya."
Joey turned around, leaving Willow to stand there and watch as he rounded the corner to head downstairs. She sighed; Joey was right. Lately all Willow had been wanting to do was know more about Joker, or Jack more specifically. She wanted to know who he was before the random, murderous clown. She knew he had a history, everyone did, and she was desperate to find out what it was.
She turned towards Joey's office, and she gently shut the door behind her once she stepped inside. The dark red curtains were drawn shut, leaving the room in almost complete darkness until she flipped on the lights. She eyed his computer on the desk, wondering to herself if she could find anything on the internet. She knew it was useless and completely stupid to even try, but the optimistic side of her was telling her that maybe it was her lucky day, and she'd actually find something. The small, silly force was enough to drive her onto the computer.
Grateful Joey had no password protecting his system, she brought up the internet and wasted no time with searching 'Jack Napier'. Almost instantly links upon links came up with the name, but much to Willow's disappointment none of them were Joker. She had no idea there were so many people with his name all around. She browsed all different search engines, clicking on random links here and there, and she even searched pictures, slightly confused as to why none of Joker from the news or newspaper clippings appeared. She wished she knew his middle name, it would certainly help. The minutes ticked on, and finally, after looking at the last profile picture of 'Jack Michelson Napier', this particular man very fat and very bald, she finally exited the browser with a sigh. She leaned back in the chair, staring blankly at a picture of what appeared to be Joey's parents on his desk in a dark, cherry wood frame. She finally forced herself up, and she wandered out of the room.
Just as she started up the stairs, Joker and Joey were just coming up from the basement laughing about something. Joker locked eyes with her before she started up the stairs, Joker right behind her.
"What was so funny?" Willow asked once they stepped into the room.
"Nothin', you wouldn't get it," Joker said passively as he headed over to the closet. Willow glared at the back of his head as he pushed over the shirts that hung in there. He finally reached his purple coat and he reached into the pocket, drawing out his purple gloves. She finally sucked in a breath and exhaled slowly as if easing her slight anger.
"What have you been doing, dear, little Willow?" Joker asked as he turned around holding one of his blue patterned button-down shirts and his gloves. He set the shirt on the bed before he started over to the snake tanks to peer inside.
"Nothing," she said quickly. "Um, I have a question..."
"What?" Joker asked as he slowly turned to her, and she detected nothing but annoyance in his tone and facial expression. She pushed herself on anyway.
"What's your middle name?"
Joker glared at her for a moment before he finally leaned up, smiling slightly. "Why?"
"I was just wondering," Willow answered quickly.
Joker continued to grin. "Mhm... well don't worry about it," he said finally. "If I tell you you'll probably go scamper off to the computer and perform your own background check on me!" He was laughing now and shaking his , knowing the thought was purely ridiculous as he started over back towards the door. Willow felt as if she had been stung and her stomach dropped as her eyes grew wide. Joker paused at the door, however, noticing the silence that suddenly fell on her, and he slowly turned around, an eyebrow raised. Finally Willow forced a smile and she rolled her eyes.
"No," she finally said with a playful grin, making a beeline to the stairs passed Joker. Joker watched her quickly go down them, an eyebrow raised, before he finally closed the door behind him as he started down as well.
Joey was sitting at the table, reading the paper while Willow was on the deck with a pack of cigarettes, her back to the door. As Joker walked passed Joey he slapped his head with his glove, quickly continuing to the kitchen as he put it on his hand. Joey let out an annoyed sigh as he looked over to glare at Joker.
"Cute," he said.
"I try," Joker said as he opened the cabinet for a glass.
"You don't have to," Joey said sarcastically as he turned back to the paper. Joker let out an obnoxious laugh and he shook his head as he filled the glass with water and he started over to the table.
"First you can't decide on what colors will compliment each other for the basement and now you think I'm cute. I knew the strip club was just a cover-up, Joey."
"Shut up," Joey said, though he couldn't help but grin slightly. "Look, isn't this that dude that Willow was tight with at the crazy-house?"
Joker set his glass down on the table after he sat down and he leaned over as Joey held out the paper for him to see. Joker glanced down at the picture before he looked to the title: 'Jonathan Crane, Former Psychiatrist Released From Arkham'.
"Hmm," Joker said as he studied the picture again. "It is."
"Better be careful, bro," Joey said as he leaned back again. He turned the page of the newspaper a few times, trying to remember where he had left off in the morning, ignoring Joker's glare.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked as he leaned back, picking up his glass.
"It means he's probably just as psycho as you and may go lookin' for her." Joey nodded to the glass door as if Joker didn't understand he was talking about Willow.
"He can try," Joker said as he looked out of the glass door. Willow was sitting in one of the chairs on the side of the table that was out there, her legs propped up on the railing, her back to them. He watched as her tangled hair blew in the slight wind, and his eyes traveled down her slender arm to the cigarette she held daintily between her fingers. He finally turned back to Joey. "As long as she stays in this house he won't find her." He grinned.
"You better hope so," Joey said as he turned the page. "Because if she's discovered, I go to jail."
"And we couldn't have that," Joker said with that same grin as he continued to look at Joey. "Although I'm sure there are some desperate men there who would just love to talk color complimentary with you."
"Enough with the gay jokes, Jack!" Joey said as he looked over to Joker with wide eyes. "I'm not gay."
"Obviously," Joker mumbled as he took another sip of his water. Joey continued to glare at him until he suddenly grinned.
"Yeah," he said nodding. "You're right, maybe I am gay. I was gay enough to fuck Willow in my office... with you standing right there." He continued to grin proudly at Joker, loving the way his friend's i face completely fell as he glared at him. Something changed in his eyes as Joker glared at Joey, his mind racing back to that night. He could hear Willow's moans brought on by Joey echoing in his head, and finally he glanced down at his water. It had seemed like a good idea at the time...
"We all have our urges, Joseph," Joker said with a forced, small smile before he took a sip of his water, ending the joke once and for all. Joey continued to stare at Joker, an eyebrow cocked, trying to figure out if he had actually just offended Joker or not. Finally he realized he didn't really care, and his eyes wandered down to his gloves.
"You goin' somewhere?" He asked as he looked back up to his face.
"Yup." Joker finished his water and stood up. "This look is great and all, but it's time to bring Joker back."
Joey let out a snort of laughter as he shook his head and he looked back to the newspaper. "You're a fucking riot."
"I try," Joker said as he put his glass in the counter.
"You don't have to," Joey purposely said. "Where are you going?"
"Well father," Joker said. "If you must know I need to get my hair dye from Rocco. Might I borrow some money for gas?"
Joey glared at him again and shook his head. "Get out of here."
"Gladly," Joker answered. He started to the the stairs only to stop suddenly, and he turned around, a thought occurring to him. "Joey?" He asked. "Do you have a password on your computer?"
"No," Joey said slowly as he looked over to Joker. "Why...?"
Joker merely shrugged and continued over to the stairs, leaving Joey to sigh in annoyance as he looked back to the paper, wondering why he had invited him to stay at his house in the first place.
–
Willow hadn't even realized she fell asleep until she woke with a start once she heard the guestroom door shut. Behind sleepy eyelids she watched as Joker made his way into the room, and she jumped slightly when he suddenly turned around. He had on his face-paint, a sight she had started to get used to not seeing him with, and his dirty blond hair was down, the green nearly completely out of it. She watched as he set down a cardboard box on his end table before he went about taking off his coat to hang it in the closet.
"What's that?" She asked as she sat up now.
"Hair dye," Joker answered simply. She nodded to herself as she started to get out of bed. She stood up, stretching her arms over her head just as Joker turned to look at her.
"So," Joker started as he pushed up his shirt sleeves and he took a step closer to the bed, away from the closet. "Let me tell you something..."
Willow froze, her green eyes wide as she stared at the Joker. A cold chill rushed over her as Joker took another few steps over until he stood just a foot or two away from her. Joker noticed the fright that had quickly entered her, and he liked it, but he had no time to enjoy it for the time being.
"See, I didn't tell you my last name so you could search me on the internet." He paused, lowering her head as he gazed into her eyes. Her lips parted and she looked to the left nervously before she looked to the right, and she brought her hands up to her upper arms before she looked down slightly, and she looked up at him with sad and scared eyes. He waited a few more seconds, the room deathly silent.
"Smart of you not to act clueless about it," Joker complimented. "Because you leave behind some hard evidence. Ever hear of deleting your history? Try it next time."
Willow continued to frown as she looked away. Joker, however, was not finished.
"Not only is it stupid to even think you'd find something about... who I was... on the internet, but I can't help but be a little annoyed, Willow."
"Why?" She asked finally. "I was just trying to-"
"Because," Joker cut her off. "It doesn't matter, especially to you." He finally turned around, and Willow made the mistake to keep talking.
"You're always saying 'remember when...' or talking about the 'good old days'," she started as she took a step forward. "I just want to know what they are."
Joker laughed slightly as he turned around. I should have killed her when I had the chance, he thought to himself. He shook his head before he looked back up to her.
"Okay," Joker said as he stepped closed to her again. "Brief Joker history for you..." he paused, glancing down at his shoes before he glanced back up to Willow with his eyes narrowed. "My parents divorced when I was thirteen. Mom got in another abusive relationship while my step-mom hated me. I moved to Detroit with my dad, where I was forced to constantly watch my back. I killed my best friend and his girlfriend, came to Gotham, met Joey, did this-" he stopped to lick the scars from the inside of his mouth, his cheeks protruding out as he did, "-to myself, and now here we are."
Willow's jaw had dropped as she let all that he had quickly told her sink in. He had lived in Detroit? He killed his best friend and his girlfriend? She was as confused as ever and found herself wanting him to elaborate, but yet, on the other hand, she couldn't believe she actually knew something about him now. She knew her and Joey were probably the only people who did.
"You've gotta remember, doll," Joker started up again as he took another step forward, and he quickly grabbed Willow's neck. She gasped and her hands instantly flew up to his wrist and fingers, and she tried to pry them off as he pulled her closer to him, but his grip was too strong. "You're here with the Joker, not Jack. I'm not about to get all... cozy comfy with you and share my life story. You'll never know more than you do now, and we're going to keep it that way." His voice was low and demonic, and Willow could feel her legs noticeably shaking as she desperately tried to breathe. She continued to stare into his glazed over eyes, her hands still clutched tightly around his wrist, and it appeared as though things were starting to get fuzzy and dark. "It's a wonder I haven't killed you yet," Joker hissed as he brought his head down closer to hers. "So don't give me a reason to. Understand?"
Willow's eyes had widened to twice their normal size, and she felt Joker loosen his grip on her neck, giving her time to quickly say her answer.
"Yes." Her voice was raspy and faint as she swallowed, her neck throbbing in pain as she struggled to breath.
"I knew you would," Joker growled. He had completely loosened his grip around her neck, but he kept his hand there. He stared into her frightened eyes, finally enjoying that fear that he hadn't seen in them for a while. It seemed as though Willow had started to get pretty comfortable around him, and it did him good to bring back some of that fright that was supposed to exist towards him with her.
His eyes dropped down to her lips, and he randomly thought back to what Joey had said. He grinned suddenly as he continued to eye them. The only other thing that Willow should feel between them other than fear was confusion. He chuckled deeply before he leaned down, softly touching his lips to hers. He felt Willow jump slightly at his random act, and he grinned against her lips as he kissed her harder, finally releasing his grip completely from her neck. His slid his hand down her chest and placed it on her hip, his other gloved hand following in suit with the other. He moved his fingers under her shit and squeezed while she finally lifted her hands to the outside of his arms, and she clutched the bunched up fabric of his blue shirt as she finally dared to kiss back.
Joker thought back to what Joey had said, and it slightly angered him to think back to that night in his office. He knew Joey was attracted to Willow, just as everyone else at his club probably was, and he decided to take it upon himself to remind Willow, and even himself, who it was that brought on those loud screams from her. He swiftly caught her bottom lip in between his teeth and he bit down on it as he turned Willow towards the foot of the bed and he pushed her down on it. He was instantly leaning over her and he gently pushed her onto her back. She could feel the tips of his hair ticking her face as she continued to kiss him. Her body shook with anticipation, wondering what he was going to do. She shivered as his gloved hands traveled down the side of her body before he hooked his thumbs in the top of her pajama pants, and he pulled them and her underwear down, the garments sliding from her legs and feet to the floor.
"I don't want to kill you," Joker admitted, his lips still against hers as he glanced into her eyes. He was running his hands over her thighs, the leather from his gloves cool as she tried to keep her eyes open, and she swallowed nervously. "But you do need to be... punished." His eyes widened as he spoke, and Willow was just about to speak in protest, only to suddenly groan and toss her head back when Joker forced her legs apart, pushing them down and apart further than they were meant to go. She brought her head back up and she watched with wide eyes as Joker hovered over her glistening, wet pussy. Her lips parted as he grinned up at her, and she let out the loudest moan ever when Joker's tongue came to trace her clit. Her head fell back against the bed, and despite the pain of Joker holding her legs apart, she brought her hips up, quivering all the while.
She bit her lip, trying to suppress all the obnoxious sounds she wanted to make as Joker continued to trace the tip of his tongue up and down the length of her, slowly. He could feel how badly her body was shaking and he grinned before he flattened his tongue, using it as a whole as he traveled from bottom to top, pleased to find Willow tasted good. Finally Willow moaned loudly, just barely off from a scream, and she brought her head back further as she clutched the comforter, her arms spread on either side of her. Joker laughed deeply and darkly to himself as he leaned away from her, stretching his legs. Already panting, Willow finally opened her eyes and looked up at his grinning face.
"With pleasure always comes pain," he said lowly. "Bend over."
Willow felt frozen on the spot until Joker nodded down, losing patience, and she could barely feel herself moving as she slid off the edge of the bed. Her mind wandered and she grew nervous as she lowered herself on the bed, holding herself up on her forearms. Pain?
Joker pushed down on her lower back, forcing her to lift her heart-shaped ass in the air more, and he stared down at it as he circled around to the other side, and he rubbed his palms together. Breathing heavily, Willow had just turned to look behind her shoulder at what he was doing when she suddenly cried out. Joker's hand barely stung as he brought it away from her ass, and he slapped her again hard, grinning when she cried out again. Willow bit her lip, her only attempt to hold in her shouts as he slapped her ass again and again. The pain was intense, though she found herself wanting to admit she sort of liked it. His gloves only caused it to sting more, which she was sure he knew, but she wasn't sure how much more she could take. She continued to hold on to her lip between her teeth as Joker brought his hand back, preparing to slap her with all that he had. He thinned his lips with a grin as his hand flew through the air, and an unexpected Willow felt her teeth just barely go through her bottom lip before she cried out, tasting blood on her tongue. She groaned as she lowered her head, and in the distance she could hear Joker laughing to himself. He placed both his hands on her butt, rubbing the bright red marks on it as he looked to the back of her head. He slapped it, hard, one final time with both hands before his slid his fingers down. His hand traveled back up to grip her hip while he used his other to trace the length of her from behind. She moaned slightly as she lifted her head back up to breath, but her breath hitched in her throat when Joker struck his finger inside her, pushing it in as far as it would go. The glove caused his finger to fill her up more and she continued to moan as he slid it in and out of her with ease.
All too soon Joker was suddenly flipping her over, and he grabbed her hips as he pulled her all the way to the edge of the bed again, her ass stinging. She tried to keep her eyes open as she watched Joker lower himself again, and she closed her eyes for a second when she felt him make contact to her with his tongue. But rather than slowly tracing her, he moved his tongue quickly back and forth over her clit, occasionally moving it in tight circles around it with various pressures. She opened her eyes again, only taking in the site of his demonic, painted face and some remnants of his face-paint on the inside of her thighs before they slid shut again and she hung her head back as she kept herself propped up on her elbows. She panted as she moaned out, her moans growing louder and louder as she felt herself about ready to finish. Joker put pressure on her most sensitive spot with his tongue as he moved it over her one last time, sensing her orgasm approaching. Willow could feel it creeping up on her until Joker suddenly stopped completely. Her eyes snapped open and she lifted her head just in enough time to see him grinning evilly at her as he stood up straight. He continued to grin at her as he stretched his arms, and he moved his head side to side, cracking his neck.
"You've got to be kidding me," Willow said somewhat angrily as she continued to glare at him with wide eyes.
"I told you you had to be punished," Joker growled. His grin stretched into a full on satisfied smile and he turned to head to the door. Willow thinned her lips and breathed in deeply through her nose. She was not having it end that way, especially when she had been so close.
Joker had just touched his hand to the knob of the door when he heard movement on the bed behind him. He turned back towards Willow just in enough time to see she had scooted back some. Her legs were parted, and she grinned deviously at him. He watched as she licked off the blood from her lip before she sucked on her middle and ring fingers, and she stuck them inside herself, breathing out deeply as she did. Joker slowly raised an eyebrow as his hand fell from the doorknob, and he continued to watch as Willow moved her fingers in and out of her deeply before she rubbed them over her clit. He could see how wet and shiny her fingers were, and he barely felt himself take a step closer to the bed. Willow continued to grin at him as she continued with herself, and finally she felt that pleasurable sensation coming back quickly. She closed her eyes tightly and hung her head back as she moved her hand back and forth over herself quicker with more pressure, and she moaned gently as she came. Joker's jaw had dropped slightly, and he didn't bother to close his mouth
as Willow brought her head back up to look at him. Joker continued to stare at her with his dark eyes as she scooted off the bed, her body still trembling. She expected him to just leave as she reached down to pick up her pants, but suddenly he had grabbed her jaw, and he turned her head up, forcing her to look at him.
He licked his lip before he bit it, all in one move, his eyes locked on hers. "Don't ever do that in front of me again," he warned. He took a deep breath in, and Willow's eyebrows slightly met in the middle with pure confusion. "Next time you feel like you need to get off, you come to me, got it?"
With slightly wide eyes, Willow nodded, and Joker finally let go of her jaw.
"Good," he said, and he grinned slightly as he leaned in, licking off the remains of blood from her lip slowly. The room spun and just as she started to grin Joker turned his head back to the door when he heard Joey calling up to him.
"Jack?"
"Yes!" Joker called in a very clowny voice.
"Dan's leaving," Joey called up. "He wants you guys to come say... bye or whatever." Joey's voice went from excited to annoyed.
"You sure about that?" Joker called back loudly, causing a still trembling Willow to jump slightly.
"The soon your get down here the sooner he'll leave, Jack!"
"Well then" Joker said as he raised his eyebrows with a grin, and Willow's lips parted nervously. "You heard the man."
"Wait," she said desperately as she nearly fell forward going after Joker. "You can't!"
"Oh, I can," Joker said with a wide grin. Willow's jaw fell as Joker opened the door.
"You uh... sure you want us to come down, Joey?"
Willow swallowed nervously as she quickly pulled up her pants and she stopped by the door behind Joker.
"Yes Jack, hurry up!" Joey called back from the dining area. With a content sigh Joker started down the stairs, Willow nervously following behind him. As they walked towards them they saw Joey's back was to them as he conversed with Dan who stood on front of Joey, holding his briefcase and a suitcase. Dan nodded at something Joey had said as he rolled his eyes, but his jaw dropped to the floor and his eyes widened once he noticed Joker approaching. Joey met his eyebrows in the middle, confused, and he slowly turned around, only for his own eyes to widen with anger. He opened his mouth to talk but Joker beat him to it.
"Well Dan," he said. "It was lovely meeting you." He held out his hand to Dan to shake, who continued to nervously stare at him.
"Yeah..." he said slowly as he shook it. "W-what's with the face paint?"
"Oh you know," Joker said as he tossed his hand at him. "Halloween's coming up. Gotta get in the spirit."
"Halloween was nearly a month ago," Dan said as he continued to stare at him with wide eyes. "It's almost Christmas..."
"Christmas, Halloween... it's all the same, Danny. You have a very safe flight." Joker grinned widely at him, exposing his teeth and he stepped to the side to let Dan pass. Willow smiled nervously at him as he walked passed, and he noticed red and white paint all over her lips. His heart raced as he walked passed her, and without a word he was quickly out the door.
The house fell deathly silent once the door slammed shut. Willow nervously glanced at Joey, who was staring disbelievingly at Joker.
"You said you wanted me to come downstairs," Joker said in his defense as he lifted his hands, showing Joey his palms.
"Are you fucking kidding me, Jack?" Joey practically yelled. "That couldn't not have happened a worse time. Not only do I have to sit here with him while you two fuck upstairs, loudly, but then you come down like this. You are purely insane, dumbfuck."
Joker continued to grin at him, trying desperately not to laugh. Willow's heart raced, and she had a hard time telling if Joey was actually mad or not.
"Halloween? Do you really not know what month it is?"
"Of course I do, Joey," Joker said, unable to fade his smile away.
"I'm never going to hear the end of this one," Joey said as he started to the kitchen, ignoring Willow completely.
"It's fine Joseph," Joker said. "All he thinks is that this house just a purely... chaotic place!"
"You have no idea how right you are," Joey said as he got himself a glass of water, and he chugged it the instant he got it before he went to refill it. "He thinks I'm cool with Willow cheating on me with you, and now he thinks you two are into some purely kinky shit. You are so fucking lucky he's clueless Jack!"
"No, he's lucky," Joker said. "I don't mean to offend, or actually, I do, but I hate your brother, and I would enjoy killing him. Slowly," Joker added with a short nod. Joey rolled his eyes.
"He told you about that?" Willow asked. Joey looked to Willow, eying the paint on her lips and chin before he looked back up to her eyes.
"Yeah," Joey said as he started over to the counter. "He says he caught you going into his room."
"Well I also caught him going somewhere," she said. "He was literally just going out the door." Joey nodded, unfazed by this news. Willow noticed this. "He made the agreement that he wouldn't tell on me if I didn't tell on him."
"A chaotic house of kindergartners," Joker confirmed as he rolled his eyes, and he started to the stairs.
"It's probably nothing, Willow," Joey said. "He just said that so he could tell me later."
"He always appeared really... messed up in the mornings though," Willow said. "What if he's addicted to something?"
"Come on, Nancy Drew," Joker called from the stairs. "It's time for beddy-bye!" Willow ignored him with a roll of her eyes as she continued look at Joey.
"Let's hope he is," Joey said as he started passed her. "Or hope it at least kills him..." he mumbled. He moved passed Joker and started up the stairs. Willow sighed as she finally started over as well, Joker grinning at her all the while as he waited.
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