I sat in the booth watching people come and go, the Joker would leave for long periods of time obviously dealing with other matters. I sat continuing to watch those on the dancefloor, I felt I should be more relieved I was back in this lifestyle, after all I had craved it the entire time I was away from it. Yet I knew there was just one thing missing, the excitement. Whether people would regard this next statement as a notion of kindness from him or not, I believe it was intended to be. But he kept me from the murders for that night, any hand he lay on anyone was counteracted with a glance my way. Assessing how I had changed, if I had changed.

It was inevitable for me to consider my own situation in general also. My previous life had appeared a lie, an intrinsic, captivating yet boring lie that I lived day to day. The amount of times during that life that I had questioned my motives, questioned who I really was could drive anyone into insanity. He had just given me the final push. My bad day to change everything I knew and turn my life upside down – or as I prefer to think of it, the right way up. I gazed over to him, his blue eyes flicking to mine for an instant and I saw clarity within them. He had no doubts or questions for his purpose in life, I was unsure if he even sought a purpose in life. I suppose it would be more appropriate that the clown prince of crime just lived. No questions, no pre-decided purpose, just living. The crimes he committed would flood a humans systems with adrenaline, with power that could not be matched. But what had made this man, this no-doubt once beautiful man turn into this picture of insanity. What was his bad day?

For the most part I sat there emotionless, at most a smile toying on my lips but not once flinching at his actions whenever he had someone to discipline. I had become tamed in my short time with him. He slipped into the seat once again, sighing as hit twiddled his cane between his thighs and the man that would now be left with untreatable scars across his face was dragged away. His crisp white shirt was unbuttoned slightly, revealing his collar bone and pale chest the scattering of tattoos peering out at certain points, none of which were truly uncovered. His holster was no longer around his back, he must have taken it off in his last 'business meeting'.

"J" I murmured, biting my lip as a sign of surrender. I would not make any attempts to do him wrong. After our conversation clearly hinting at my worth I found myself reserving every word I had. I was riddled with angst about annoying him, he could decide time was up. So Instead, I would just be me – an overly polite me. His eyes glanced to mine as he cocked a brow, a smirk playing on his lips as he slowly narrowed his eyes, turning his head to the side awaiting my continuation. "I can't help but feel… Bored. As though you're now restricting the excitement around me."
A laugh bellowed from his chest, slowly erupting from mouth. "Not every night has to be chaos my dear. I thought you'd appreciate the ease back into this… You never were too keen on it anyway." He leaned back in his seat and turned his head away once again, spectating on the night before him. It was the first time I had seen him appear to be relaxed. As though there was no more planning needed right now, there were no more actions and murders to be committed yet, it was a time he could just sit there and not have to think too hard. I would try my best not to spoil it.

"Very generous of you. But, normality doesn't appear to be my thing anymore and I want you to show me this way of life. Let me live it, with you. I miss it."
He didn't respond. He wouldn't even muster up a single movement to acknowledge my statement. I furrowed my brows at his lack of response and gazed at his face, hoping to draw some form of attention from him. As I scanned his face I became scared at the familiarity I had. This was the face that would terrifying children in the night, the face that tormented so many and made any normal chore of society a threat to their lives. Yet here I was, the once innocent and love filled bright eyed doe of a girl, and I knew how his teeth glistened, the metal framing his undoubtedly chipped and fragmented teeth, I knew how his bright emerald green hair flopped when he was angry and how he would swipe it back with ring filled fingers as he composed himself – usually through laughter. This man was the walking living standard of imperfect. And yet this inhumane image before me appeared so compelling, the tortured blue eyes with a freakish amount of clarity had surely taken the breaths of many away when he was – for lack of a more appropriate word- human. It was undeniable that the agent of chaos took mine.

"Be careful what you wish for, doll face." He grinned, his metal grates gleaming as he laughed. The light casted shadows under his eyes, making the already dark circles under his eyes sink deeper into his face.

Just as I was about to respond Shiv interrupted, removing black gloves from his hands and placing a gun on the table before the joker. He leaned over to him and whispered some news, the Joker merely nodded. J could see me stare at Shiv, his transformation after such a short period of time couldn't help but haunt me. He had been so innocent, someone a mother could love. Yet now, he appeared ever so similar to the Joker himself. It was no doubt the way that others would see me, yet I myself couldn't see any changes whenever I had looked myself in the mirror. In fact, my eyes looked more passionate and alive than ever.

"Sit, boy. Sit" his voice was menacing as he moved slightly further up the booth, trapping himself between the wall and Shiv as he nervously obliged, sitting down next to him.

The Joker spoke very little, forcing Shiv and I to have polite small talk – not wanting to delve too deep into any conversations for the sake of annoying the Joker. Every time I leant over the table, merely for the sake of interest in our conversations, Shiv would retreat back into the seat, his eyes glancing anywhere but me. He appeared as though he was retraining every comment he had, trying to seem as disinterested as possible. Drinks would arrive at our table frequently and again I would attempt to engage in conversation with them, but to no avail.

I was now aware that no man would dare go near me. He wasn't going to share his toys and let anyone live to tell about it. Any time I tried to engage in some form of interesting conversation – which would always be responded with polite nothings that shut down the topic immediately – I would notice the Jokers turned face have a small smirk tear across his face. I slumped in my chair and sighed, pouting my lips in irritation I glanced at Shiv. I could feel my eyes turning darker, as I nodded my head swiftly to the right intimating for him to leave. He asked to be pardoned and the Joker cut him off mid-sentence, waving him away.

I took a deep gasp of air, holding it tightly within my chest – it refrained any hesitant breaths escaping – as I stalked round the table and slid into the seat with false confidence. I was now right next to my bemused enlightener.

He turned his head, his body motionless as his hands gripped the knife he had been fiddling with under the table. He didn't turn his head from the forward stance it was facing, but his eyes peered at me out the corner of his eye as his lips parted slightly, the metal only just visible under his blood red lips. I could feel him scrutinising me, to the point of every breath I took.

I slipped off my coat I had hugged around me the entire time, forgetting the fact I was majorly underdressed for being in such a place and for being surrounded by men in suits and women in skimpy dresses. Instead I was in black ripped jeans and a baggy white blouse which was loosely tucked in. I slipped onto my knees, my body angled towards him. "Mister J" I whispered, caution in every move I made, trying to make it clear as possible that this as no longer an act.

He continued to watch me, his blinks phasing out the time it took his eyes to go from my body to my face. Although as I said those words I heard a sharp breath, as though it had been too long since he had heard those words from someone other than his men.

"Why do you trap me? J, I came without defiance. Show me some fun, please" I begged, my voice soft trying my best not to vex him. I daringly lay a hand on his shoulder, a request for him to actually look at me.
A slow trembling laugh began to rise from him as his shoulders shook with each 'ha'.

"My dear" he grinned his brows risen as he turned his head towards me, placing the knife on the table. "How about we call it a night? Hm" he nudged his head forward, as though trying to excite a child. I nodded slowly, a scared cautious smile spreading across my lips. He stood and offered his hand, I slipped down, placing my feet on the ground as I slipped my hand into his and led him out the booth. One of his men handed him is suit jacket – black, matching his black tightly fitted trousers – as I grabbed mine and draped it over my arm. His arm rose and wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me to his warmth as he directed my walking out the back door and onto the biting cold night. He steered me to the front of his club, I assume this way less disturbance would be caused than if we had walked directly through the club – or possibly he wanted most people to think he was still in there overseeing the night. If that wasn't enough to make people behave then I don't know what was.

"Sir." A man said holding out keys after driving a metallic purple Lamborghini up in front of it. Without a second glance the Joker snatched the keys and stalked towards the car, me under his wing. I walked to the passenger side as I watched him slipping in, I knew waiting around and questioning would be the worst choice and so without hesitation I climbed inside.
The car revved to a start as I fastened my seat belt, a smirk of amusement crossing his face. "Where to doll face?"

Places crossed my mind as I panicked on the spot, I had no idea where to go. I doubted there was very many places I could go with such a man by my side without being noticed. I turned to him, "I trust you." A sultry tone left my lips, whether this was an accident or not I don't know.

He leaned over and grabbed my brown wavy hair, the bun I had put in earlier that night disheveled and strands falling out framing my face. His nose could practically touch mine with how close it was, I could feel his slow breathing seep through his metal grated teeth and tickle my skin. One green strand of hair fell before his eyes and I was inclined to gently push it back into place, completing his bizarre look.

"Say please…" his voice was high, demanding with a sense of gentleness. Yet again it was patronising, as though talking to a child. And yet it captivated me. I could feel his grip loosen in my hair, instead he tangled the strands around his fingers, seeping them in and out of my hair.

My brown eyes met his as I gazed into the icy abyss, warm chocolate fighting against stinging frost.

"Please" I whispered. The smell of his cologne intoxicating my mind.

Just as the longing became unbearable, his lips met mine. I sunk into the kiss and allowed my lips to part at the motion of his. Our tongues play fought. In that moment it felt as though the world stopped, nothing outside this moment mattered. My hand rose to place it gently upon his right cheek, leaning further into the kiss as our lips toyed with one another as the other lay limp gently against his toned chest. His fingers twisted tightly in my hair, tugging slightly even though his lips remained gentle. I was relishing this. Something so wrong, so vile to the rest of society, felt so right. He had unleashed a longing in me that begged for a different life, and yet the entire time I still felt human, moments like this made me feel human again. I hadn't felt this since my engagement. Slowly, he pulled back, his blue eyes filled with a hunger darted across my face as my own eyes opened, filled with lust and longing. His smudged blood red lips were slightly parted as quite pants escaped through clenched teeth. Then the moment was gone.

He turned to face the front and erupted in laughter, his shoulders rising and falling with each cackle. I felt my cheeks redden as a smile played on my lips. My fingers trailed my mouth, glancing at them I saw his bright red makeup smeared across my fingertips and in conjunction, my lips. His hands clamped onto the steering wheel and he slammed on the accelerator. "We're in for quite the ride, Jester."

I couldn't help but grin and laugh a little in response. I wasn't so dumb as to think this was a whirlwind romantic scenario and I most certainly wasn't saved by a prince in shining armour. No, I had a Prince of crime. The man was vile, insane, the sheer human embodiment of the devil, and I knew that this was going to be raw, it was going to be ugly, and I would enjoy every damn minute of it. I liked the feeling of wanting him, I was too captivated by the adrenaline and excitement that pulsed through my veins when I was alone in his presence to think of anything else. A day without this excitement would feel as though a day wasted, he was my laughter.

Beaming him with my pearly whites I replied, "Whatever you want, J."