So, I am going ahead with the sex scene. Will it be in this chapter or another? Muhahahahhaa. Anyways, I just want to say that I had to think of a character the viewers are very fond to kill off. I hated that it was Gordon but he is the character that I felt would pretty much boost Lydia's evilness or something like that. Plus, can you say wrong place, wrong time? Enjoy this chapter and find back is always welcomed.
Joker awakens in the wee hours of the morning. He feels a weight on his chest that confuses him. His eyes are adjusted to the darkness so he is able to make out the delicate face of Lydia. He lays there, confusion setting in on his mind. It was just last night in which she said to him 'I'd like you tear your eye's out of their sockets', or something like that. He listens closely as he hears light snoring coming from the unconscious woman laying next to him. He chuckles inside as her light breathing could cause her embarrassment. He tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear and slides her arm away from around his waist. He lifts her head from his chest and sets it back down on a pillow. He pulls the covers back and discovers the amount of skin Lydia is showing, willingly.
"Hmm…" He turns and walks out of the room.
Lydia rolls over, deep in sleep. The morning is young. Joker noticed last night just how thin Lydia has been getting. If she keeps up with the weight loss all Batsy would have to do is poke her and she will fall over dead. He tries to locate pans, tossing them to the ground. Usually one of his thugs would make something to eat, however, Lydia got them all murdered. He walks to the fridge, seeing it almost bare. The grabs a few eggs, looking at them awkwardly. He can't remember the last time he actually cooked.
"Hey. Wake up." He spoke to her, lightly slapping her cheek.
Her eyes shot open. Her hand instinctively reaches under her pillow, pulling the small hand gun and aiming it at the source of the slapping. Her brows furrow as she lowers the gun.
"Nice toy."
"What time is it?" She asks, setting the gun back under her pillow.
"5:30 am."
She scratches her head, making her bed hair become even more tasseled. "Why the fuck are you waking me up at five in the morning?" Her arm slapping down at the bed.
"You need to eat something." He replies, casually strolling to the door.
"I'm fine the way I am." She says laying back down into the bed, her stomach growling at her in protest.
"You look like a damn pencil," he pauses to laugh to himself, "Now get your lazy ass out of bed or I can assist you with it." He stops, turning back at her relaxed figure.
Joker rolls his eyes and steps back to the bed, ripping the sheet from her body and dragging her to her feet. She struggles until her arms are enclosed by his crushing fingers. Lydia narrows her eyes and yanks her arms from her lover. She brushes past him and walks from the room, Joker watching her legs and ass as she walks away from him.
"Stop it." She says completely out of the doorway.
She settles herself down on the couch with a plate of eggs. Joker walks in and finally notices the broken television.
"Did you do this too?" He asks, pointing a finger.
Lydia stuffs a fork full of eggs in her mouth and nods her head. She glances up at him, his face taking on the form of irritation.
"You're trying to make me kill you aren't you? First you kill my men. Second, you break my favorite coffee cup. Finally, you break my television. You are getting on my last nerve Faith. Now, clean up your mess." He said looking at his destroyed television.
"You robbed a bank the other day. Go buy a new television set. Plus, you act as if there aren't many up and comers who are dying for the chance to work for you. I mean really. What is it you want me to do?" She asks him, placing the plate into the sink.
He comes to the doorframe of the kitchen, arms crossed. "There are many things I want. World peace, enough water for each girl and boy…" He begins with a smile on his face.
Lydia walks away and towards the sliding glass door, opening it, laughing as she walks out. She sits down and lights a cigarette. The door opens and outcomes Joker, grabbing a cigarette from Lydia's pack. He lights it, keeping the flame on. He dances his fingers through the flame. He sits down and turns Lydia's chair so they are both facing each other.
"What I really want… that is the question." He says, exhaling the smoke. Lydia's eyes are focused intently on him.
"Give me a child." He states in a monotone voice while leaning back into his chair.
Lydia's demeanor changes quickly as she is now laughing. "Yeah, okay Sparky." She sucks on the cigarette to keep herself from laughing further. "Go steal one from a hospital." She tells him, exhaling the smoke.
"No. You are going to give me a child." He says, taking another hit.
"That process involves sex. I'm not having sex with you. Do you think you are the type of person to even care for a child?" She asks.
"Well I've always seen myself as the family type. We'll have children, five, and you take care of them at the house while I am out at my day job." He said, sarcasm dripping like venom in his voice.
Lydia raises her eyebrows and takes her last hit before putting it out. "What makes you think I want your demon child tearing my womb apart?" She asks him, standing.
He grabs her wrist and pushes her down into his lap. He flicks his cigarette over the balcony. He runs a hand through her tangled hair, making sure to tug hard when he came across a tangle. He brought her lips down to his, kissing her hard.
"You feel the way your heartbeat quickens every time I touch you?" He asks, taking his lips from hers. He is correct, her heart is beating rather hardly. "That's how I know you still want me to…" His hand slides across her very exposed thigh, "Touch you anyway I see fit." His eyes coming back up to meet hers.
"My heart may beat when you touch me but it's not what you think." She said, pushing his hand away from her thigh. She took herself from his lap and returns back to her bed, falling asleep soon after her head touches the pillow.
"Life is merely a fantasy of confusion." He said, leaning in the doorframe. His eyes are focusing intently on the slumbering woman he calls his own. "Soon Lydia, you'll figure that at." He mutters, walking away from the room and out of the apartment.
Okay, so this chapter is pretty much a filler. I tried to not let it be too short. There will be a sex scene coming up sometime soon, just to prepare all of you. Joker can't get Lydia preggers if they don't bump uglies once in a while. Not saying they are going to actually have a child together, or maybe… Hmmm.
Thanks for your reviews, once again! Miss Riddle, I just might use your quote you left me in a review, if it is okay with you that is. Phoenix, yeah, I'm trying to make it seem like that. To make it seem that they are more so 'meant to be' even if they don't exactly want that. I'll go further into their relationship, if that's even possible (lol), in upcoming chapters.
If anyone does have any questions concerning the two or whatever else, don't hesitate to ask.
Also, Faces of Evil is my main project and Sleepwalking Past Hope is my side. I will update this fanfic more quickly than the other but I will add new chapter to Sleepwalking everyday, just in case anyone was wondering.
Wow, I didn't plan for this last part to be this long.