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-Sailor

"Ok…Jack…Napier" I said as he bit my neck gently.

"We have to be back soon." I said even though we have another half an hour. "And I have some more questions for you." I whispered, kissing his cheek.

"Ok." he kissed me one last time and lifted himself off me and fixed the chairs back.

"So am I going back to MCU?" he grinned.

"Yea most likely."

"And hey thanks for sticking up for me in court, I hate when people call me crazy and psycho."

"Its my job" I said sternly, looking at him from over my glasses.

"Ok, I'll accept that" he giggled slightly.

"Ok, now listen, seriously now, I don't like these witness statements that Jack, the other Jack, is just after pulling out."

"Why? You said yourself that the statements won't stand up in court."

"Yea but I have a sneaky suspicion that Jack has a way out of this."

"Look, I don't care as long as I get back to Arkham, and not sent away like he wants" he hissed.

"I know don't worry we'll get you into Arkham."

"Good…and you do remember our eh, agreement?" he smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"What agreement?"

"You said you'd come and visit me in Arkham, when I go down."

"O yea, I remember. Yea that's no problem, I'll come and visit you" I smiled.

"Ok, now if Jack brings these witnesses to the stand, then we are in trouble."

"I'm sure a smart lady like you can figure something out for your favourite client!" he smiled running his fingers through his greasy hair.

"Don't flatter yourself"

"We'll just see…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He pretended to zip up his mouth, so I just shook my head and turned over the page to continue writing.

"Ok, I think that's it so you have time to go and get something to eat if you want" I said placing the top back on the pen.

"I'm not hungry…for food" he smirked.

"Yea well forget it" I said putting the files and folders back into my briefcase. "The guards will bring you if you want?"

"And what are you going to do?"

"Well I go to barrister's tea room if I want something. But I have to go the central office to file away some documents. So I will see you at court number one in about twenty minutes. Ok?"

I walked out and I told the guards he was hungry and he wanted something to eat. Needless to say, they were less than thrilled at the idea of having to take him to lunch. Meanwhile, I filed some documents and met Jack there. I should probably explain about the central office. It is the beating heart of the court system, but you could be sitting there for over 3 hours before you get to file your documents away. You take a ticket and just wait.

"Jack" I nodded towards him, taking a ticket.

"Sorcha, how's the living joke?" he said flicking through a magazine.

"No need for names" I said flatly.

"So, how are you two getting on?"

"Fine"

"You know, I'm surprised you took him on considering his past."

"Yea I know the robbery etc…"

"No his past with women."

"Why would that matter to me." I coughed.

"C'mon Sorcha do you really think I'm that dim. I see the way he looks at you."

"Your crazy"

"Maybe" he chuckled. "But I definitely saw something there, just watch out."

"Excuse me, I do not need you preaching to me."

"I'm not preaching, I'm just making a simple observation."

"Well keep it to yourself if you don't mind."

"Just watch him. He sucks people in. Just look at his doctor."

"Who Harleen?"

"Yea."

"She's a crackpot anyway"

"She wasn't like that, at least before she met the Joker. He twisted her mind and now she's hopelessly in love with him and he wont have anything to do with her."

"Believe me I have worked too long and too hard for him to take all this away from me!"

"Ok, I believe you." he said flipping the page again.

"Anyway Jack apart from your sudden interest in my apparent love life, I wanted to talk to you about these witnesses."

"What about them?"

"Well how many, first of all."

"About six."

"Ok are they just statements or…"

"Will they stand up and testify in open court? No, you'll be happy to hear."

"Why?" I said clearly gloating.

"Because of your client. They're terrified for their lives that he'll get them or get someone on the outside to get them."

"Understandable."

"Well, don't worry there's no shame in losing to a girl." I smiled, getting up. That was it, I knew it was over. He had nothing know. The only thing to do now was wait for the sentence.

He laughed but continued to read his magazine. I didn't have time to wait and file my documents and neither did he but it didn't seem to bother him, I'd have to just come back.

"See you in court" I said cheerfully. I was definitely confident that Jack Napier was going to get off easier than I had expected. He had no witnesses that would stand up and his statements won't hold up in court alone! Everything was coming up roses! I waltzed back to court with a very noticeable spring in my step. When I got there, Jack Napier was already sitting there, the two guards standing chatting to each other with the Joker quite happily sitting there clattering his cuffs against the desk.

"Mister J I have fantastic news!" I beamed sitting down next to him. The guards gave me a bewildered look and walked out. I actually wondered where they go each time they leave…anyway…

"O yea?" he glanced around. "You can call me Jack" he winked.

"Ok Jack…" calling him his real name gave me a sense that I was talking to another human being. "Well I was just talking to the prosecution lawyer, and he said his witnesses are in fear for their life so they wont testify against you!"

"So I'm going back to Arkham?"

"Certainly!"

He cocked one eye brow and went back to his cuffs. The only thing I could do was pull a face at him.

"Well don't look so damn thrilled! I'm only after getting you off a maximum security sentence!" I scoffed.

"Well like you've been saying to me, it is your job." he said biting the edge of his bottom lip.

"Fine" I snapped.

We didn't talk for the rest of the hearing, which was odd because it seemed to bother me a lot more than I liked. He just seemed more interested in scuffing the table with his cuffs.

"Ok does the prosecution have a closing argument?"

"Yes, your honour before the jury decide, I would just like to point out a few more points about the Joker. He is a madman. He is highly intelligent but emotionally unstable. A person who posses such extreme traits in their personalities should not be allowed back on the street with people he could potentially hurt. He is a menace to society and I feel he should be locked away forever. Him and all his buddies at Arkham. Arkham is a playground to him, he enjoys being there, he can break out easily so I ask you to please consider this when making your decision. The prosecution rests." he said sitting down.

"Defence?"

"Your honour, I'm fully aware of the crimes my client has committed, I'm not here to deny them. But I am here to ask you to give this man another chance. Every human makes mistakes, that's nature. My client also suffers from a serious condition and black outs. This can be very frightening to a person and then being arrested and put on trial, just adds to his stress. I know my client didn't know what he was doing at the time, and I think this should be seriously taken into consideration. I know my client has the ability to recover and be a reformed member of society but he has to be given a fighting chance and at Arkham, he can be watched and treated. If this man is sent to maximum security prison, we cannot help him and that's not what Gotham does to its residents, I know that. So please, don't look at this man as the clown prince of crime he 's been known as before, look at him as a man who made a mistake and should be given another chance. Defence rests" I said taking my seat.

Silence followed my speech and the judge seemed to ponder for a good few minutes which was a positive sign.

"Ok, I've heard all I need to hear, could the jury reside and make a decision."

Some took one last look at the Joker before entering the room and now we had to play the waiting game. The jury sat for two hours and for every minute of those two hours, the Joker never took his eyes off the door where the jury were sitting. They eventually came out and the judge from the judges chamber. He sat in his high chair as the jury settled back down.

"Has the forewoman come to a decision?"

The main women standing at the end stood up and met the eyes of the Joker. I sat on the edge of my seat, anxious about the result. It appeared I was more anxious as the Joker just sat there staring at the woman.

"We have judge."

"Could Mister J stand before the court."

Jack Napier stood beside me and I could sense he was nervous but he was very good at hiding it.

"How does the defendant plead on the charge of murder and terrorism?"

"Not guilty by reason of insanity."

"What does the jury decide."

"We find the defendant, Mister Joker…" the pause felt like years. "Not guilty by reason of insanity at the time."

"I hereby sentence the Joker to serve life in Arkham Asylum. He will be moved first thing tomorrow morning. Tonight he is to be locked up in the MCU." the judge ordered. "Court adjourned." he said getting up and leaving for the judges chambers.

Jack collapsed to his desk holding his head in his hands, while his solicitor slammed her briefcase and walked out. People, disgusted by the sentence, walked out straight away not wanting to see him walk free, well at least to the prison van. Jack regained himself and walked over to me.

"Well done" he said shaking my hand. I saw him look over my shoulder to the Joker and I looked and saw Jack staring intently at the other Jack.

"Thanks"

"But if he escapes again, and comes after you, don't tell me I didn't warn you." he said quietly.

"Thanks Jack"

With that he left, leaving me and The Joker alone.

"Well there you go, congrats Mr. Napier." I said extending my hand. He glanced at it then moved back to my eyes. He took my hand and yanked me towards him, not caring who saw us. He placed his hand on my lower back and pushed my body into his. He leaned his head towards mine, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Call me Jack" he purred, sending a shiver up and down my spine.

"Jack, the guards are coming" I assumed.

He let go of me just as the guards from MCU entered. They were tall, good looking and confident, speaking loudly with well to do accents.

"C'mon clown, time to go" they said doing the usual checks and attaching his ankle chains to his wrist ones.

"Glad to have worked with you Mister J." I said closing my briefcase.

He leaned back into me and whispered very quietly, while they worked on his ankles. "I'll see you later" He then winked at me but was dragged out by the guards to the van. His eyes were the last thing I saw as he was dragged out and around the corner.

I went home that evening satisfied with the result from court and had a well deserved glass, or bottle, of wine. I relaxed with a bath and anticipated the day off I had the next day. I rang Circe and told her we could meet up, have a late lunch and chat. She was so excited and told me she had lots to tell me. I told her the same and that we should save it for lunch. I was so happy with my result today. I could almost smell my cheque coming in the mail. I opened my refill pad and scribbled down 'Jack Napier' in block letters. I didn't know why but I pinned it above my desk, still not sure whether to say anything about it to anyone. Would I keep it a secret for the sake of my Jack or give it out to further my career…?

I settled into my bed and felt the warmth of my duvet engulf me, falling straight asleep. It was slowly becoming the best night's sleep I've had in a long time.

However, I woke up at three as far as my clock said, because I felt roasted. I threw the covers off, but it was just as hot without them. I must have left the heating on. I removed my t shirt and threw myself down again. I heard sometime crashing at my bedside table, but I was too tired to pick it up. But removing my shirt didn't help, it must have been 100 degrees. I had to get up and go turn it down. I walked into my kitchen where the heating switch was. I searched around for the light switch and flicked it on.

"O hello pumpkin pie!" giggled the Joker sitting on my kitchen chairs.

"O Jesus!" I gasped, trying to cover myself up. "What are you doing here?!"

"Well I was thinking when I left today, I didn't think I thanked you. I was kinda rude." he said getting up and waltzing towards me.

"O yea?" I smirked.

What was wrong with me?! Was I encouraging this behaviour?! He placed his hands on my hips, rubbing them gently.

"No, no we can't do this" I said trying to hard to convince him and myself, but it wasn't working on him.

"No I'm sorry babe, that tough lawyer act is not getting you out of this" he said, his hands now exploring my lower back reaching my ass.

His lips locked on mine, his tongue flicking around my mouth, taking control, while I deciphered where his waistcoat stopped on his shoulders. I only noticed how broad he was. He pressed my lower half more into his and I felt him growing increasingly hard.

"You've gotten hard on me so many times these past few weeks, its insane" I laughed nervously.

"Joker's little girl" he growled in my ear.

Then he rammed me against the wall, pushing his body so hard into mine I thought he was gonna break his dick in half. He cupped my breasts in his two hands and I realised I haven't felt this good in years. I couldn't believe I was letting the Joker touch me like this…no this wasn't the Joker this was Jack Napier, this was just another guy who I felt I really connected with and who hasn't made me feel this good since…a pinch of sadness went through me as Jack kissed me and pulled down my pyjama shorts. I unbuttoned his waistcoat as he loosened his tie. Cigar smoke floated though the air along with the stench of whiskey but it felt fantastic. I felt like I was free again. I unbuttoned his shirt and felt his concrete chest underneath. I felt a lot of old scars and blistered skin. I love it, more mystery to a guy. It felt good mixed with his calloused hands running all over my body. He unzipped his purple trousers and they fell around his ankles. He stepped out of them as I wrapped my legs around him. I could feel the heat taking over the two of us. Sweat began to pour from both of us as he carried me with ease, throwing me onto my bed. He stood over me, his rock hard erection sticking out over me. I felt like he owned me but it felt fulfilling. He growled, yanking down his boxers, jumping onto my bed. He sat on top of me and positioned himself perfectly ready for me. His fierce eyes met mine, his lip twitching.

"I'll make you scream like you've never done before" he growled more fierce.

Then I felt him push himself fully into me in one swift movement. I screamed loudly having felt this full in a long time. I forgot how much I missed this, and knowing that it was this murdering psychopath who was fucking me just made it so much better. He pumped himself into me, groaning loudly. Every fibre of my being was all of a sudden alive with Joker fever. He leaned one and began biting my neck. He searched for a certain spot and bit down harder letting blood flow from the wound. I moaned even louder. This was unbearable. We were both drenched in each other's sweat as we both could feel ourselves reaching our point. I could see the sweat running down his grease painted face and dropping onto my sheets.

"Told you I could make you scream" he said in between gasps.

After one last growl, vibrating from deep within his chest, I felt him climax, followed soon by me. He stayed in me until he felt himself going soft. He pulled out and slumped beside me breathing loudly.

As we both lay there breathing, the room smelt of sex and sweat along with cigar smoke and whisky. I could feel his greasepaint on my face but I now felt like the Joker's girl more than ever. I rolled over on my side, the sheet sticking to my skin, to check the time. The clock shone 4.23 and I saw something glisten from the ground from under Jack's boxers. I picked it up and realised it was what fell off my bedside earlier. I turned it over and saw it the photo…of me and Gerry. I wiped it and replaced it on my bedside table, staring intently at it. I pulled the sheet over my naked body watching the photo grow blurry before my eyes. At that point, I realised what I had done and I felt an unbelievable crushing sense of guilt.