*****Slight smut chapter! Okay...a lot?*****
It wasn't until early evening that her stomach finally protested enough to force her out of bed. And by then, much of the fear and anger that she had experienced that morning had all but dissipated. She was still alone, in the beautiful hotel room, and she still had a couple of days to do and buy whatever she wanted. So after a long relaxing shower and throwing on an easy pair of jeans and a grey sweater, she finally left the hotel to do just that.
For hours she walked around the six block radius of upper Gotham ducking into stores to purchase whatever looked interesting in the windows and gorging herself on gourmet food that she would probably not taste again once she was taken back. At first, her interest had solely been on clothes and shoes to satiate the void that she'd been feeling for months now, but the Joker was nothing if not unpredictable, and with an unknown amount of time that she might have to stay, her more practical side decided to prepare for her return to the hospital because she knew that it wasn't an option. She had killed, more than once now. And the idea of having to face that fact terrified her. So she would go back, as much as she hated him and everything he represented because as much as she hated to admit it, he was her protection, even if he was also the cause of everything that had gone wrong so far. She'd never let herself forget that, no matter how comfortable she got.
Heading to a nearby bookstore, she stocked up on a relatively large amount of various reading materials. From classical art picture books, to text books on sociology, languages, and history, to classical and modern fiction stories to keep her interest. Having nothing to do had gotten old and she wasn't looking forward to being bored again. After leaving the bookstore, she headed to a grocery store to buy a few essentials to last at least a few months. Things that the Joker probably didn't ever think of buying and that she hated having to ask for. Even still, with an endless supply of resources and plenty of things to do, she returned to her room early to sleep. It may have been upper Gotham, but it didn't mean that she was yet okay with being out after dark.
She wasn't sure when she was jolted awake like she'd become accustomed to over the last couple of days, but the absence of sounds from the street below and the pinkish hue of the sky that glowed through the window, just barely cutting the dark told her that it was beyond late. Groaning, she rolled over on her side hiding her face under the pillow. It was a trend that she was getting painfully used to and even though the fear that had woken her seemed real for the first few seconds of waking, after the last few nights she had learned to ignore the panicky feelings. It didn't help with the waking up, but it helped her get back to sleep much faster. And she needed every second she could get. Her second day out had been exhausting. Finishing up with whatever shopping she cared to do, the rest of the day had been spent catching a movie, grabbing more delicious food, and visiting one of that larger Gotham museums. It had been surprisingly easy to abide by the Joker's rule about conversing with people in the city. She was normally in her own world anyway, and though she could feel the eyes on her as she strolled through the streets wearing a new pair of heels or an expensive dress, no one bothered to try and speak to her aside from simple pleasantries. She felt stuck in a strange place between invisibility and attention grabbing.
As she snuggled under the blanket again and shut her eyes to drift back off into an uneasy sleep, the feel of the bed moving forced her eyes open again as a panicked breath left her lips. Her muscles contracted painfully in a failed attempted to curl into an invisible ball as she felt the weight of a body behind her, crawling under the blanket. Her eyes darted back and forth trying to make out anything in the dark room as she opened her mouth to scream, but the sound caught in her throat, escaping as little more than a whimper. The Joker hadn't bothered to leave her a weapon, and initially she had been grateful to not have to deal with the responsibility of carrying one. But as she lay there, clenching the pillow tightly in her fists, she wished that she had something.
"Please tell me that's you." The sound came out as little more than a whisper from her suddenly extremely dry throat.
There was no voice to answer her, but almost as soon as the words left her mouth, the familiar smell of gasoline wafted towards her nose as the body moved closer to hers, finally pressing against her back. The tension in her body calmed completely when the feeling of soft leather on her waist pulled her closer. A heavy relieved sigh left her lips as she settled back into the pillow. She wanted to roll over and yell at him. To make him suffer for nearly giving her a heart attack. But the calmness that she felt right now was the happiest feeling she felt in days and she didn't care to ruin it. Closing her eyes, she pulled the blanket to her chin and enjoyed the feel of heat radiating from his body.
Behind her, the Joker buried his nose in her hair, immediately noticing the new shampoo she had used this morning. Frowning, he pulled away slightly, turning up his nose at the difference, but with another deep sniff, his frown disappeared. Strawberries were nice. But this was definitely better.
He wasn't quite sure what he was doing here. The plan had always been to force her into a relative isolation for the entire time that he was gone before subjecting her to the terrifying ordeal he had planned the tomorrow. But once his work had been completed earlier, he found himself driving to the hotel before he realized where he was going. And by that time, he decided that he was too close and too tired to warrant a U-turn. At least that was what he told himself. The closer he got to the hotel, the more he had to deal with the strange feeling that forced him to drive faster. And when he'd finally arrived, it was everything he could do to not roll her over onto her back and take her without a word. He wanted her tonight, badly. And he would have her, in a way that would leave them both satisfied. So he would take his time, even if it pained him, because it was what turned her into the feisty minx that he enjoyed. The woman that he knew she could be if she just let herself go. It was only a matter of days though before she did. He was sure of it.
Letting out a happy grin, he released her waist and used his teeth to pull the glove from his hand. Anxious to feel her smooth skin, he tossed the glove carelessly to the side before sliding his hand under her tank top, inching it up as he felt the curve of her waist leading up to her rib cage.
Arella opened her eyes again as the hand caressed slowly over her ribs, her breath hitching in her throat as that familiar aching instantly rose in her stomach. She didn't need much provocation these days.
Hate and lust were interesting emotions. Often described at the opposite ends of the spectrum. But she was quickly realizing that what most people viewed as a linear gradient was more of a circle. And the two emotions existed simultaneously as far apart as possible and back to back, each never realizing how close the other was. Each intensifying the other to the point of madness. She hated him. With every fiber in her being. She hated him because she hadn't wanted to be here. Hated him for taking the life that she had built away from here. And most of all, hated him for forcing her to deal with the demons that had been controlling her up until a few months ago. But it was beginning to become difficult to separate her hate from her wanting. And the more she hated him, the closer she wanted to be to him.
A gasp left her lips as she felt his hot breath hit her neck, trailing down from her hairline to back in jagged exhales, his lips only a breath away from her skin. He wouldn't kiss her. She knew that much, but it was enough. And as slowly as his mouth crept down, his hand crept up and around to her chest, cupping her bare breast in his hand and squeezing only slightly. Feeling his excitement starting to press against her back was too much. She could feel herself starting to get wet almost immediately as she shifted slightly, closing her eyes happily. A heavy breath left her lips as she pressed back against him, wanting to feel what was waiting for her. Reaching behind her, she placed a hand on his hip, pulling him closer against her.
Behind her, the Joker grinned. Sliding his hand away from her chest, he moved down instead hungrily and allowed his hand to slide between her thighs, trailing slowly along her lips. She didn't push him away, in fact, she moved closer to him, her hips moving against his hand impatiently as she still lay on her side. A happy hum left his throat as he enoyed the confirmation that she was just as excited as he was. An excitement that was further provocated by her complete willingness and was starting to prove painful for him at this point. He had been positive that he would have to do some convincing when he'd arrived, but this was a nice turn of events. She did love to surprise him.
Pulling his hand away, he used the same one to pull open the buttons on his pants with a grunt, releasing the annoying pressure that had been working hard to contain his excitement. Abandoning all attempts at being gentle, he grasped the waistband of her bottoms and yanked them down roughly, only as far as he needed, there was no point taking them any further. He was just wanted access as quickly as possible.
Gasping slightly, Arella immediately felt the heat behind her, poking at her entrance as his hand gravitated to her backside, squeezing the supple skin there eagerly. He may have not bothered to remove her pants the entire way, but she kicked them off if for nothing else then to feel as much skin against her as possible. She hadn't realized that she had this much pent up sexual energy, she never thought about it really, but as he pushed her leg higher to the angle that he wanted and wasted no time pushing into her slowly and forcing a whimper from her lips, the quickening breath and the instant relief told her that there had been. She needed this.
Grabbing the sheets in front of her as her whole body contracted happily, she pressed her hips back against him, wanting to feel all of him as he shoved into her with short quick thrusts, his hand gripping her waste and ignoring the nails digging into her skin there as his other hand moved under her to rest on her throat, holding tightly but not quite uncomfortably. A satisfied moan left her lips as he thrust deep into her, pulling back almost reluctantly each time before shoving again. It hurt. Probably just as much as it had last time if not more despite that fact that he'd taken his time entering this time. But she knew that it was likely to never stop hurting. She wanted it. The pain as well as the absolute ecstasy it caused. Both kept her mind busy so that she wouldn't stop to over analyze the situation. And without having to look at him, she could picture that it was anyone she wanted.
Brushing his hand away from her chest to little resistance, she finally rolled over to face him, her eyes wide with desire as she looked up at his freshly made up face, peering through the dark shadows of the room, the red and black already transferring along the bright white pillow. Normally it would annoy her. But she didn't care right now. Didn't care about a lot except fulfilling her needs. And she could tell by the hungry, dangerous look in his eyes as he squinted at her with annoyed curiously and the feeling of his hard length against her legs that he was impatient for the same thing.
Gazing at him hesitantly, she paused, not quite sure what to do for a second. Their last coupling had been one out of both frustration and necessity, and that cloud of ferocious intensity combined with his lack of makeup had made the whole thing mentally easy. Now, as she stare at the face peering through the darkness, the same mask that had terrorized many smearing on her pillow, there was no question about who she it was that she had every intention of selfishly satisfying herself with. It gave her pause. Almost as soon as she had hesitated, though, she set her lips into a determined frown deciding that makeup did little to change what she'd already done and it wasn't going to do anything to stop her now.
Setting her mouth into a determined frown, she pushed the blanket back from her shoulders to sit up, reaching down and pulling the nightshirt over her head, anxious to feel skin against her own.
Luckily, he spared her the need to have a moral crisis over undressing him as well and got to work on it himself with a speed that put her to shame. There were no words passed between the two of them. There never needed to be.
Grabbing her waist, letting his nails sank into her flesh again, he pushed her backwards, climbing atop her and yanking her legs around him with an impatient grunt. He had considered letting her do most of the work, but now wasn't the time, not when it was becoming painful to the point that he was being more rough than necessary. He realized that. But as he pushed back into her and felt her clench around him, none of that mattered.
Letting his eyes roam over her body as he pulled her hips to match his rapid thrusts, he grinned wildly, moving up her stomach, across her chest, and up her neck that was starting to glisten just slightly in the warm room. Pausing on her face, where her eyes were closed and the sounds coming from her partially open mouth told him exactly what spots to hit, his grin disappeared as he squinted slightly, pressing harder into her to see what would happen. But she didn't open her eyes, just let out a sharp whimper as her hands gravitated to the pillow behind her head, clenching the luxurious fabric. A growl left his lips and his hands squeezed tighter as he wondered what or who it was that she was thinking about. He'd seen the conflict in her face and remembered how she'd spent the entire act staring at him the first time. It had annoyed him to no end at the time, but this was infuriating. And his body responded in kind, leaning low over her and using every thrust to punish her for the imagined slight.
What he didn't know, of course, was that despite herself, as she untangled her fingers from the crisp sheet and placed her hands on his forearms to brace herself for the movement that forced small yelps from her mouth every time, her mind kept going to him. She tried to tell herself that it was because of the nasally, heavy, panting growls that filled the room. But truthfully, trying to picture someone else only decreased the pleasure. And she couldn't have that. Not at all.
Letting her hand travel up his arm, her brows furrowed in response to the pain that she took in stride. Keeping her eyes firmly shut, her fingers found his shoulder…traced up his collar, and snaked around to the back of his neck, pulling him closer so that she could meet his lips with her own.
And for a moment, just for the briefest of seconds, he responded in kind. But when her tongue traced his lips, he jerked his face away with an angry growl as he stopped, flashing her an extremely dangerous-and even more pointless-glare. Her eyes were still closed, and she'd already returned to the throws of ecstasy, deciding that his stopping was nothing more than a cue for her to move her hips against him as if nothing had happened.
He grunted, not moving for a moment as she continued to move against him, using his arms for leverage. His mouth hang slightly agape as angry, jagged breaths escaped his lips, black eyes staring down at her in complete disbelief and sweaty, disheveled, green curls stuck to the white makeup on his forehead. He had come here selfishly…to fulfill his own needs. Yet here she was using him instead as a stand in for whoever it was in her head. And nothing, not his growls, his glares, or his roughness, did anything to stop her. It was strange. He considered just stopping altogether, but the idea was almost laughable, especially as he watched her body undulate against him.
Giving a resigned purse of the lips, he pushed into her again, resuming the harsh shoves that made him feel so much better.
It wasn't long before Arella lost herself once again, wanting to completely meld their bodies together. To make their connection complete. It was what she was used to. What she liked, and though she had managed to control herself the first time they had coupled, there was no hope now. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she yanked him closer and met his unsuspecting lips with her own again. Immediately, this time, the Joker tried to pull his lips away from hers, not anticipating the strength of her grip around his neck and only managing to pull her upper body with him, their lips nowhere close to separating. Not bothering to slow down his thrusts, he could feel his anger rising again. It wasn't as if he'd never kissed a girl before. He had kissed plenty as a teenager on the streets of Gotham. That and more. But since his scars, he didn't like the connection. Not with any of the girls he had enjoyed. And especially not now when he was already angry. More so, he couldn't figure out what had gotten into her in only the day that he'd been gone. If she kept this up, he was dragging her back tonight.
Taking advantage of his slightly elevated position, he laced his finger in her hair, grabbing tightly and yanking much too hard, forcing a cry of pain from her lips as she finally released him her hands moving instead to cradle her head, both of their bodies stilling.
There were those eyes, the wide brown obs finally open and looking at him. Only him; gazing up with tightly furrowed brows as his hands planted on either side of her waist. She had tensed up, her breath coming shakily as he glare down at her angrily. There was something off about the way she looked at him. It wasn't annoyance, anger, or pain. He knew that look; it was the same one she'd always flashed him in her first few months at the hospital, and one that he hadn't seen in the last couple. She was afraid. Normally he would revel in it. But not right now. Now, it just killed his mood. He could see the conflict in the way her teary eyes reflected what little light filtered into the room and, though she had yet to push him away, knew that if he moved a muscle or continued the act right now that she would lose it.
"Fine." He let out a nasally growl, rolling his eyes at the unvocalized request. Scowling, he began to lean away from her in order to move, but before he could move an inch, she let out a sob, pushing him off of her and squirming away from under him. Sniffling, she pushed the blanket away from her and stormed to the bathroom, not bothering to cover herself up.
Slamming the door behind her, she grabbed a nearby robe and wrapped it around herself, leaning against the cool marble sink as she wiped a tear from her eye. It was one thing to have to deal with the Joker's abuse when they were going about their everyday routine, but she couldn't when it came to sex. It felt too real. Too much like the many situations she had tried to avoid. And she refused to let him have that much power over her. She had reached her limit and drawn a line in the sand. He may have control over everything else, but these moments were hers. Her time to feel calm and enjoy life if only for a few moments. He couldn't take those too. And if it was the line that caused him to kill her, then so be it.
Back in the bed, the Joker sat against the headboard, his legs splayed in front of him and his arms crossed tightly in front of his chest. Staring at the door from the corner of his eye past his greasy curls, he muttered to himself with a frown, looking much like a child in time out. Suddenly he remembered why he stuck solely to back ally trysts. This was too complicated. She was too complicated. He hated her and he hated these feelings of regret and guilt that seemed to creep up so often lately when she was concerned. It didn't mesh with the entire persona he'd created. He was guilty, but he was also angry. He controlled what they did, when they did it, and how. If she had just laid there then they both could be done and he could be on his way. Besides, he had warned her. It was her fault he felt like this. Her fault that she made him angry. And he didn't want to kiss her. Didn't want to, didn't have to, and wasn't going to. It had felt nice. But she needed to remember who he was. Sucking on the inside of his cheeks, he finally slinked out of the bed, storming to the bathroom with hunched shoulders. He was going to finish what he'd started, whether she liked it or not.
In the bathroom, Arella leaned against the counter, wishing he would simply leave. She didn't want to have to stay in the bathroom long, but she definitely would if she had to. Glancing to her left at the stacks of towels rolled up in the wooden shelf beneath the sole light casting a bright, yellow glow, she decided that there were more than enough to sleep comfortably. The sound of muffled footsteps interrupted her thoughts. Jerking her wet eyes to the lockless door, she gasped, her stomach dropping nearly to her knees as she stood up straight, dreading having to face whatever mood his was in. He would be angry at the very least that she had stopped mid coutus. She was surprised he had to begin with but she wasn't sure she'd have that luck all night. Looking around, she searched for something that could be used as a weapon. Anything. Eventually she settled on a razor she had used to shave her legs the day before. It was little, but it could possibly do some damage. Clutching the handle tightly, the shuddery sounds of her breath sounded foreign to her in the large, echo-y bathroom, as the door finally slammed open, revealing a very angry, very naked Joker. Standing there in his usual Joker makeup and accessorizing with a hard on. She had seen him naked before, clearly, but to see him now trying so hard to look angry despite his vulnerable position, all fear left her and despite herself, she threw her head back and burst into laughter.
Near the door, the Joker stopped, his face twisting into one of confusion as she laughed. The fact that she was clearly laughing at him was enough to make him consider just breaking her neck, but as he looked at her, he found that he couldn't be angry. It was the first unabashedly happy emotion that she had displayed since she'd gotten here. And as she stood laughing hysterically, covered in his face paint with a razor in hand, he found himself smirking as well. She would never understand how alike they really were. How much more alike they had really become. He could turn her around and show her, but as he watched her, unmoved by fear, intimidation, or sadness…unmoved by him. He found that he wanted her that much more and didn't want to be kept from his conquest a second longer then he had to.
He took two long strides across the large bathroom before her laughter suddenly stopped, the razor in her hand coming up between them, defensively.
"Stop." She said quickly.
He did, his eyes flicked down to the razor before looking up at her with pursed lips, his head tilted as he stood up straight. "You probably had better luck with the rubber bullets, kid." He used one hand to gesture at the razor, smacking his lips. "Ya see…I like knives. Now you're just threatening me with a good time." He giggled.
"I know it looks small, but there're five blades there." She said finally, not lowering the razor. The threat in sharp contrast to the tight smile that still crossed her lips, trying hard to hold back more laughter.
He held his hands up in a mock surrender, tilting his head and letting out a hum. "Five?" He repeated with emphasis, pretending to be impressed as he took another slow step forward, testing her resolve. But no fear crossed her face, just annoyance. "Now we're talking." He gnashed his teeth with a grin.
"Don't take another step until you apologize."
That did it. Dropping his hands to his side, he narrowed his eyes at her, a look of sheer confusion crossing his face. "Come again?"
She had completely lost her mind. She realized that much. And she knew that the Joker wouldn't apologize for anything. But even with the dulling pain in her head, the aching feeling in the pit of her stomach remained and she wanted to throw the razor down and finish what they'd started. But she had to stay strong and make him suffer at least a little or else she'd never maintain control of the situation in the future. He controlled everything, but in these situations, she had the upper hand and she enjoyed the power.
"I'm sorry that I kissed you. But for once I was having fun and you go and ruin it…again. Apologize or we don't finish this."
He studied her for a moment, licking his scars. It was taking everything in him to not jump on her, but he knew that she wasn't lying when she had threatened him. She would cut him, and though he'd probably make her pay for it, he wasn't looking forward to bleeding tonight.
"I don't….apologize." He said through clenched teeth, his hands balling into tight fists.
"Then leave." She ordered, her mouth set into a determined frown. She didn't want him to leave. Not even close, but she also was in no mood to give in. Not about this.
He made a loud sucking sound, his black rimmed eyes steadied on her, wondering where this new found boldness was coming from. "Why don't we both leave? Hmm? You can take the window."
"And then what are you going to do with that?" She flicked her eyes to the one sign that showed her that right now, she was still in control. At least she hoped so.
He raised an innocent brow feigning confusion before looking down as if surprised. "Oh, that?" He gave a careless shrug. "Well I'm just happy to see ya." He joked, bursting into another round of laughter, quickly settling back into a lazy smile. "Now why don't ya come over here and I'll show ya?"
'Okay'. She thought initially before catching herself with a frown. "No."
His lazy smile immediately turned downwards into a frown. Letting out an annoyed growl, he figured there was no point in continuing to fight his urges, he always got what he wanted. If he had to play her game to do it, then so be it, but only because he wanted her body more than he wanted to argue with her. But that was always the case, wasn't it? In the course of an hour he had gone from feared leader and criminal to a simple human. But he'd let her have it. She'd pay for it tomorrow.
Arella watched him closely as she could see the gears turning in his head, debating. Finally, he grunted, moving closer to her with stomping footfalls. A squeak left her lips as she reeled her arm back in order to swing the razor at him, but he was on her before she had time to land more than a grazing blow. Grabbing her wrist, he held the makeshift weapon away from his body, using his free hand to grab the back of her neck and yank her closer, pressing his lips against hers roughly.
She squealed, pushing away from him instinctively, but like hers had been back in the bedroom, the grip that he maintained on the back of her neck was unrelenting as his lips devoured hers. And as his tongue probed her lips, demanding entry, she gave in. Wanting it. The intense feeling of pleasure that she gained from the situation was unbelievable. And she couldn't imagine why he had been so adamant about not doing it only five minutes ago. It wasn't a spoken apology, but it was one in his own way and perhaps the best she would ever get. It was what she needed to get over her anger and in her head, she hoped that he would be open to the experience next time, because she wasn't sure she could ever go without this feeling again. Tossing the razor carelessly in the sink next to her, she quickly shrugged out of her robe, anxious to be finish what they had started.
The Joker didn't hesitate to help her remove the far too thick piece of clothing as he pressed further into the kiss. It had been too long since he had felt the sensation and he had to admit that he liked it. She didn't cringe away from the feeling of his scars. Her tongue seemed to seek them out, gleefully running across the inside of them as if she couldn't get enough of them. It was a rarity that excited him.
Clawing at her hips he yanked her to the edge of the counter resuming what had been so prematurely interrupted in the next room with harsh thrusts and impatient growls. She yelped contentently, her hips anxiously moving against him as they both lost themselves in another round of rough, feverish coupling that doubled the intensity they had been operating at in the bedroom because instead of both selfishly fulfilling their own needs, ignoring the other, for once, their bodies worked together. And true to the nature of teamwork, it was a remarkably short time before they both satiated themselves with wild moans and trembling orgasms that took nearly a full minutes of stillness to come down from.
He moved first, pulling away from her and grabbing one of the many towels to wrap around himself before leaving her to her own devices.
When she had finally composed herself enough, she finally pushed herself from the counter with an oomph, grabbing the discarded robe and pulling it back around herself. Stepping into the bedroom, she stopped, surprised to see the Joker lying in her bed, taking up the majority of it gleefully. She had expected him to simply disappear after the affair, but he seemed to have no intention of leaving anytime soon judging by his still nude body and that fact excited her.
A small smile cross her lips once the initial shock had passed. Not only was she not being forced to leave tonight, but she also didn't have to sleep alone. And those two things excited her more than anything over the past few days had.
"Hey dum dum, you gonna lay down or what?" The nasally voice broke her through her thoughts as he looked up at her as if she had sprouted a third eyes.
She jumped slightly, not realizing how long she had been standing there looking at him stupidly.
"Yea. Sorry." She replied finally, slightly embarrassed as she climbed into bed, snuggling under the blanket that suddenly felt like heaven on her skin. It was amazing how quickly she had become so accustomed to the night time company that anything else was intolerable. She'd never admit it to him, not aloud anyway. But she knew that he was aware. Probably laughed about it when she was asleep. But at least he never laughed in her face about it.
Curling up on the edge of the bed like she always did, she smiled as she realized how tired she really was now that she was able to get comfortable. Her eyes pressed close in relaxation as sleep began to overtake her.
"Ella." He sang in a low voice behind her.
A tired huff left her lips before she rolled over onto her back, looking at him under heavy lids. "What?" She questioned. She was happy that he was here, but she would love to simply just go to sleep. Hopefully he wasn't much in the mood for chit chat.
"Why don't you save us both some time, hmm?" He smirked, gesturing towards her with a slow finger. "Come closer."
For a moment she debated listening, not wanting to move from her comfortable spot on the bed. But she knew that she'd just end up moving closer in the night anyway, that was if he didn't simply yank her across the bed.
So with another sigh, she moved closer to him, resting her head in the crevice of his arm and curling into a ball against him. She could smell the sweat that still clung to his body. The scent of an alpha male who had spent himself satisfying his female. His in every sense of the word. Far from being unbearable, the musky scent tempered with gasoline actually comforted her. It was her sweat. Sweat that she was the cause of and she enjoyed that fact.
Looking down at her, he let out a snort as she drifted off to sleep immediately. This wasn't his preferred way to sleep, and he was quite sure that he would tire of the position pretty quickly, but it was worth a try. Maybe if he stayed for a bit, she wouldn't enter her usual round of questioning her decisions. It was crucial that she didn't because she'd have enough people doing that for her pretty soon.
But right now she was comfortable and calm against him. A phenomena that he hadn't experienced in a long time. Even those women that offered themselves to him would jump when he would move unexpectedly or shudder at the feel of his scars. This complete willingness was new to him and he wasn't sure how to feel about it. For a moment, as he looked down at her, he considered calling off the plans he had made tomorrow. It probably wasn't necessary at this point. Not when she was doing so well. But the charges had been set and things were already in motion. And he couldn't say no to a chance to blow something up. So he would continue. And maybe someday she would thank him. If she was around that long.
Nothing like a little frustration release every now and again, amiright? But more than that, I wanted to use this chapter to show how despite themselves, they're so much more alike than either of them realizes. The Joker sees it in her of course. But he'd never see it in himself. At least he'd never admit to it. ;) .
I've pretty much finished writing the whole story at this point minus some heavy editing and stuff so there's only a few more crazy chapters to go! Well like 5...but five is a few...right? I know that Joker fanfics are a dime a dozen but they're still so insanely satisfying to create. He said it himself...who doesn't want to 'try' to tame their very own beast?
So anyway Thanks for sticking with me this long, writing is fun but it's soooooo much more fun to share. We'll be going out into the world and meeting some more general characters in the next few chapters, so hope you all stay along for the ride!