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By the time we pulled into the alley next to the abandoned apartment building that the Joker and his gang currently called home, it was three o'clock in the morning. I wasn't even tired. Adrenaline was still pumping through me and I knew it wasn't going away any time soon. I would get to sit in my empty little room all by myself, wide awake for a couple more hours.

We all climbed out of the van and walked into the building just as the other car pulled into the alley with the Joker's other henchmen. They too were in good spirits thanks to our epic getaway. Apparently these guys had no endgame, they just liked causing trouble.

Once inside, everyone went their own way, some people going all the way down the long hallway, others turning into old apartments, and others still going up a flight of stairs against one wall that led to the second floor. I was about to enter my pathetic little room, not wanting to cause trouble, when I felt a gloved hand brush against my exposed arm. I turned to see the Joker looking down at me with a blank expression on his face.

"Come on. I'm putting you in a different room," he said, turning and walking back down the hall. I hurried to catch up.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yep," he said. I had to inquire as to why.

"Can I ask why?" I said cautiously. The Joker shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

"Um, yeah, I was just…uh, giving you a little upgrade," he said slowly, picking his words carefully. He must have been able to tell that I was confused just by my face because he started talking again. "You, uh, did good tonight doll, I figured you could use a real room."

"Oh. Thanks," I said, feeling like there was going to be a catch. There wasn't. I followed the Joker up the stairs to the second floor. We turned the corner and walked to the fifth door on the right. He opened it and stepped in the doorway, overdramatically gesturing me inside. I couldn't suppress giving him a small smile as I stepped into the room. It actually had a bed, which was all that mattered to me. I had been sleeping on a dirty hardwood floor for two weeks. Beds were awesome.

It was a teeny tiny apartment, only the bedroom, which was attached to a small kitchenette and another door that led to the bathroom. The bed was placed in the center of the far wall and there were two tall dressers on opposite walls. I turned around to face the Joker.

"Thank you. Really," I said earnestly. I didn't say anything else because in past occasions it seemed that the more I tried to talk to him the angrier he got. He shrugged, like he wasn't really doing anything for me.

"Sure thing. Just don't almost get yourself killed next time," he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"You got it," I replied. The Joker was still leaning against the doorway and he wasn't showing any signs of wanting to leave. Somewhat reluctantly, he pushed himself away from the wall.

"Well, goodnight doll," he said.

"Goodnight," I said, running a hand through my hair. I started to turn away, but I saw the Joker hesitating in the doorway. He abruptly turned to face me again.

"You know, you could have run off tonight doll," the Joker stated casually. It wasn't a question. I nodded.

"Yeah, but it was kind of fun kicking ass with you guys," I admitted. Why was he acting so weird? I mean, I kinda liked the attention, but I felt like he was nervous. That wasn't even a feeling I thought it was possible for him to possess. "By the way, why did you protect me like that? You could've died," I asked.

"Oh come on, dollface, you're too much fun to just throw away like that," the Joker said nonchalantly. I eyed him curiously.

"Oh," I said nodding, somewhat disappointed. I turned away and started to walk to the dresser. I heard the Joker laugh.

"Did you actually think I pushed you out of the way because I have feelings for you?" he said mockingly and giggled hysterically again.

"No, not at all," I replied over my shoulder in an even more mocking tone.

"Because I don't," he said more firmly.

"Okay, whatever you say," I said with my back to him. Now he was just being a prick and hurting my feelings.

"I'm serious," he said.

"Sure, sure," I answered. Suddenly his hands were on my waist, whirling me around to face him. I was pinned between him and the dresser. He brought his face close to mine and glared at me.

"I couldn't care less if you dropped dead right now," the Joker said threateningly.

"Good, because I couldn't care less about what you think of me," I said back.

"Then why were you trying to make me jealous at the club tonight?" he asked smirking.

"I wasn't trying to make you jealous," I lied, trying to keep a straight face.

"Like you didn't know I could see you from where I was standing," he argued.

"So it worked, huh?" I said smiling.

"No," he growled.

"Then why are you jealous?" I asked.

"Why were you making me jealous?" he asked. We glared at each other breathing heavily. Then we attacked each other. Our mouths crashed together. Almost immediately we pulled apart.

"What's happening?" I asked.

"I don't know," the Joker replied and smashed his lips to mine again. I grabbed his shoulders and jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. He backed up in the direction of the bed and moaned into my mouth. I tangled my hands in his greasy, green tinted hair, not caring that it probably hadn't been washed in months. He dropped to the bed on top of me. Our lips continued to move together urgently, like we didn't have enough time. Hands groped and roamed and I almost forgot that I was making out with a serial killer. Suddenly he pulled his lips away from mine and reached behind himself to unhook my legs from his waist. He stood up at the edge of the bed between my legs. He started to shrug off his trench coat. I quickly sat up, undoing his belt, when it hit me that this was totally out of character for me. I had never done anything like this before. I let go of his belt and leaned back a little, suddenly wondering if he would be okay with me trying to undress him.

"Oh no, we're not stopping now," the Joker said in a deep voice. That was all the incentive I needed right now. I had just whipped the belt out of the loops when the Joker grabbed the hem of my shirt and ripped it up over my head. The next thing I knew he was back on top of me, his scarred mouth covering mine. I fisted the back of his shirt, pulling on it to get him to take it off. He pushed himself up onto his knees and I flung open his vest and shirt, shoving them off his body. I couldn't hold back a soft moan when the Joker crouched over me and bit at my neck. I heard him kick his shoes off, then he took off my heels. Again, I was totally shocked when I had the bravery to reach down and unbutton the Joker's pants. What the hell was happening to me? I quickly gained more confidence when the Joker groaned as my fingers slipped below his waistline. Suddenly the Joker's arm slipped under my bare back and lifted me up so that he could maneuver us to the center of the bed. In seconds he had flung the rest of our clothes over his shoulder to land on the floor behind him.

Instantly very aware of the fact that I was now buck naked, I pulled the Joker down to kiss me so that his body would cover mine. His tongue slipped into my mouth, making me moan again. He pulled away from me and lifted his upper body with his arms, like he was doing a push-up. I locked eyes with him as he positioned himself at the entrance to my body. At that second it hit me that I was a virgin and this was going to hurt. But I didn't want to look like I couldn't take it. My hands flew to his shoulders and held on tight. And then I lost my virginity to the freaking Clown Prince of Crime.

He grunted as he shoved himself into me. I embarrassingly squeaked in pain.

"Virgin?" he asked, looking down at me questioningly.

"Mm-hm," I nodded in pain. Thankfully, he had the courtesy to pause for a few seconds to let me somewhat adjust to his size. I let out a pained breath as he slowly pulled out. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, which he seemed to really enjoy. He slid in and out of me slowly a few more times before he started to speed up. It hurt like hell, but I wanted to do this with him so badly that I hardly cared. The Joker's eyes were closed now and he panted above me. God, that was such a hot sound. I wished it didn't hurt so bad so that I could just fuck his brains out, but the intense pain didn't allow me to do much more than move my hips with his.

A few minutes later, he came, spilling himself inside me with a grunt. It dawned on me that we hadn't used a condom, but I figured we were okay. My menstrual cycle was incredibly consistent, and I knew that I wasn't at my "peak fertilization" so to say. Hopefully that would be enough. He pulled out of me and suddenly I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was sleep. I looked down at my naked body and saw that there was paint everywhere. The Joker's face was smeared all over and when he looked over at me laying next to him and chuckled, I knew it must be all over my face as well.

"Shut up," I said wiping the paint off with my hands.

"The only reason I'm not going to hit you for telling me to shut up is because you just slept with me," he said sleepily, sliding under the covers. I slipped under the sheet as well and nearly passed out instantly.

"I appreciate you not hitting me," I mumbled. I felt the bed shake as the Joker laughed again.

"Goodnight Marissa," the Joker murmured.

"Goodnight," I sighed. Then I fell asleep in bed with the Joker.

BAM! They just had sex! So now we know how the romantic relationship between the Joker and Marissa all began. However, sex is not love, and this is by far not the end of the story. There is much more drama to come. I am very excited for the next few chapters and I have the majority of them written already, so I will update again soon! Please review and thanks for reading!