Author's Note: WOW. Another long wait, guys. I'm sorry. I came down with pneumonia recently and just haven't had the time or energy to write. But I'm back on it now so (I know I've already said this but…) the wait should not be that long again. I hope you enjoy!! We're only 2 or 3 chapters from the end! And I'm still deciding on that sequel. Give me your thoughts!! Thanks, guys!
Jayde had just plopped down onto the bed with a loud sigh when Joker stepped inside after her and she could not help but gasp quietly. He was not paying attention to her at the moment as he searched for something so Jayde took the second to take in the sight of him in the police officer's uniform. It looked as though it had actually been made for him, tight enough in the right areas, such as his arms and shoulders. The crisp black slacks made his legs appear even longer and Jayde could swear he looked a little taller as he moved past her toward the bags.
She blinked as he spoke, disrupting her staring contest with his defined arms in that uniform.
"Do you know how to roll a blunt?" he asked, sitting down across from her at the table next to the bed. A box of cigars rested on the table after he had set them there. Jayde shook her head and Joker sighed, closing his eyes slightly. "Useless….absolutely useless…" he murmured, pulling the big bag of green drugs toward him. Jayde frowned, standing up to sit across from him.
"I'm guessing you do." She stated, resting her chin in the palm of her hand as she watched Joker dump some of the weed out onto the table. He grunted, letting out a short laugh.
"Like a professional." Was all he replied, smirking down at the cigar he was now splitting, preparing to dump the tobacco out. "If I had a nickel for every blunt I've rolled, I swear…" he mumbled again, his voice trailing off.
Jayde watched him for a moment before she sat up, sighing. "You know, it's kind of a shame that you can't wear that uniform all the time, Joker." She stated bluntly a few seconds later, laughing when Joker's eyebrow shot up into a dangerous arch and he looked up from what he was doing.
"Come again?"
"No, it's just that it looks really good on you…" she paused, meeting his eyes. "It's…strange but…I like it." Joker stared back at her with squinted eyes, his head cocked to the side slightly.
"So, wait…Are you calling me sexy?"
Jayde laughed, leaning back in the chair. "Yeah, I guess I am." Joker's lips thinned into a snide grin as he brought the blunt to his mouth to wet it.
"You naugh-ty girl. Got a thing for bad guys in uniform, huh?" he asked, glancing from his hands to Jayde and back again as she smiled, rolling her eyes.
"More or less." She replied.
Twenty minutes later, Joker had rolled six blunts back to back and was now leaned forward in the chair, inspecting his work with a proud grin. Once satisfied that they all looked even, he looked up at Jayde, raising his eyebrows. "Are you going to smoke this with me?" he asked plainly, pulling one of the cigars from the row as Jayde took a deep breath, resting her elbows on the table to rub her eyes.
"It's been so long…I wont be able to finish it with you." She answered honestly with a slight laugh, watching the flame from the lighter in Joker's hand ignite the tip of the blunt. He grinned, taking a long drag from it before he held it out toward her, inhaling deeply.
"I don't think I'll have any problems finishing it alone, kiddo." Joker leaned back in the chair as he replied, little puffs of smoke exiting his nose and mouth with each word. Jayde watched this, laughing slightly as she took her first, rather small hit before handing it back to Joker. He took it, smirking.
"You don't really strike me as a stoner, Joker, I'll be honest." Jayde stated moments later, shrugging when he looked over, hitting the blunt.
"Because I'm not a 'stoner' and I never have been." He answered, holding up his fingers for quote signs as he lifted his feet to prop them on the bed across from the table. "There are just some situations where I feel a little dopey, lazy high is appropriate…" Joker paused, handing it back to Jayde. "And honestly, as much as it physically pains me to say it…I miss Gotham." He shrugged. "And this will shorten the feel of a two day drive by a lot."
Jayde handed back the blunt, blinking a couple times as her eyes began to feel a little warm, almost fuzzy. Across from her, Joker still looked normal but was puffing on the blunt gently before pulling it away to look at it, still inspecting his work. She grinned when she noticed how the smoke clouding his face was drifting up through his curls, making it appear that his acid green hair was actually smoking.
"Ya know…" he began, handing it back to her. "Selling this stuff was how I got into this glamorous life-style of mine."
Jayde's eyes widened in partial surprise when she looked to him to find him smirking. "Really?" she asked, leaning on her elbows on the table. "I thought you had just…started killing everything." Joker let out a short laugh after he had taken another drag from the blunt.
"No…No…I started selling weed when I was fifteen." He paused, searching his brain. "I had already killed someone but I was twelve and considered it an…'accident'." Jayde stared at his eyes as he watched the swirling smoke trailing from the lit end of the blunt. "It wasn't though. I just didn't realize at the time-…" his voice trailed off but she stayed quiet, hoping he would keep going. He handed the blunt back to her, glancing at her fingers when she took it from him.
"Weed got old though…" he did continue although several long, silent seconds later. "…and cheap. I owed people money so I started selling coke too…" his eyes rose to the ceiling before he continued, rocking his head from side to side as he reminisced. "…and pills…and ecstasy…and then eventually heroin and acid." He chuckled. "I was a very…well-off young man…"
Jayde stared blankly at him, listening to every word but was definitely high at this point so she could only sit there and watch him talk. When he stopped, she sat up slowly, blinking. "So why did you stop?" she asked finally, once her brain caught up and Joker smirked, leaning forward to take the blunt back from her.
"I got tired of it." He paused, looking up from the now small cigar to Jayde. "Plus, through selling, I had started killing…That became my uh-…specialty." He shrugged, resting his hand on the table with the cigar between his fingers. "-Suppose you could say I developed a little…addiction."
After his words, a heavy silence hung in the room and at this point, Jayde's brain had run out of things to say so she stood up, reaching out for the pack of cigarettes next to Joker's elbow. A second later, she jumped when Joker's hand grabbed her wrist, pinning it to the table. His gaze rose from her fingers to her eyes.
"Leaving so soon?" he asked, staring up at Jayde as she blinked at him, the foggy high leaving her brain for just a second to allow a twinge of fear to register. It had been quite a while since her stomach dropped to around her ankles when he touched her but something in the way he had just grabbed her took her mind back to the very first time she saw him, that night at Starbucks. She supposed it could have been the high but as she spoke, her voice still wavered slightly.
"I'm just going outside for some air. I haven't smoked in a long time." She explained rather carefully, swaying a bit as Joker's fingers released their tight grip slowly. A moment later, a random wave of something near sobriety passed her and she grinned at him sweetly, turning her hand over to grip his wrist instead. "Come outside with me when you're done." She added, standing to her full height when she noticed the look in Joker's eyes soften and he nodded once, leaning back in the chair.
Lighting the cigarette once outside, Jayde took a deep breath, leaning against the railing just across from the door in the dark, upper corner of the complex. She smiled to herself, thinking of Joker. Being around him almost felt like taming a lion sometimes. He was so used to being aggressive, mean and suspicious that she had to go out of her way at times to assure him she was not running away or stealing something of his or talking about him. In a way, she liked it, but more often than not, it scared her when Joker randomly treated her like she was still his 'captive'.
It seemed like only seconds had passed since she stepped outside, when the door behind her opened and the warm light from the lamp inside momentarily flooded the porch. It closed again and two big hands slid onto her waist from behind, gliding along the inches of tummy her sweater failed to cover. She sighed, shutting her eyes to lean back against Joker as a warm, comfortable feeling flowed through her body from the places he was touching her.
"Hellooooo there…" he murmured against her neck, burying his nose into her hair to take a deep breath. Jayde almost moaned a moment later when his fingers squeezed her tightly, sliding upward along the curve of her hips, on up to her waist to frame her ribs. It seemed all of her senses and nerve-endings were tingling at the same time and for a moment she felt as though she were practically vibrating. Whatever pleasure she felt from his touch normally was magnified ten-fold when she was under the influence and as his thumbs dug into the middle of her back gently, she rolled her head back, letting out a soft, suppressed whimper.
Joker was grinning behind her, watching from above as she practically melted in his hands, her body lazily reacting to his touch, following his fingers with her hips. It was obvious that Jayde was pretty torched but at the same time…so was he. He knew exactly what affects THC had on the body so he knew that even just the simple act of rubbing her back felt absolutely orgasmic to her. His curiosity began to get the better of him again so he leaned down slightly, moving her hair to the side to see just how far he could push her.
Jayde's hips bucked slightly, almost instinctually, when Joker's lips made contact with the curve of her neck, pursing gently just below that particular sensitive area below her ear. His lips curled into a smirk against her skin before he kissed it again, lighter. From experience, Joker had learned that this spot on the neck was by far, the most prone, the most weakening to a female, like some sort of button that immediately clouds them with a deep, lusty haze. Even just then, he had only just lightly kissed it, just a peck and he could practically feel Jayde crumble in his hands. He could probably take this wherever he wanted at this point.
His lips had parted at some point and Joker found himself tracing his tongue along the bite marks he could not remember making. Opening his eyes, he blinked, moving his hands, only to look down in partial surprise when he found that they had tucked themselves pretty far down the front of Jayde's jeans. He grunted a laugh against her skin, pulling them out to frame her hips again. That was just one of the things he loved about weed. It felt as though he had just taken a mental vacation, even just for five minutes. His mind had seemingly left his body on some random thought but apparently, he had kept moving, aimlessly, touching her.
Joker took a deep breath, resting his chin on the top of her head once he had pried himself away from her neck. Already, he felt a little warm and fuzzy from the highly inappropriate way Jayde had just been digging her ass into the front of his pants so he closed his eyes, putting a couple inches between them. He lazily began rocking back and forth, losing himself again as he struggled ineffectively to focus.
This was the position, he thought foggily to himself. Standing behind Jayde or really any female like this was the perfect position for his hands to reach around and for his fingers to slide up and curl around her neck, all while he's kissing that one sensitive spot. She would never see it coming. He would have the knife out and through her skin and she would probably never even realize one of his hands had stopped touching her. This was not speculation, however; Joker had seen it done once or twice…
Once again, his eyes opened but this time, Joker came back to find himself with one hand down the front of her pants again, the other curled gently around her neck. His deep laugh sounded more like a carnal grunt as he used his lower hand to tug her hips back hard against him. Jayde moaned, tilting her head back as Joker's other hand tightened it's grip around her neck. He laughed again, pressing his lips against the top of her ear.
"Do you know how easy it would be to kill you right now?" he asked quietly, loving the way Jayde's lethargic body tensed slowly. "I can't believe you trust me."
Jayde swallowed, her eyes closed as she still rested against his chest, her body relaxing. "I'm not afraid of you, Joker." She answered, her voice low and quiet but firm and strong. "If you wanna kill me, do it now." Joker blinked, looking at her sideways from her shoulder where his chin came to rest again. He grinned a moment later, moving closer to her neck to kiss her there.
"Jayde, I don't wanna kill you." He cooed, throwing kisses in every couple of words. "I've gotten to know you and I kinda like you, ya know?" Jayde whimpered, tilting her head back as Joker's hand again slipped down into the front of her jeans, but this time, into her underwear to touch her lightly. She gasped, arching her back as he pushed the tip of his finger against her clit, at the same time, his tongue slipped out to lightly trace that sensitive area on her neck. It was getting more and more difficult to keep her knees from buckling when he continued to touch her, now tracing his fore-finger along the line of her underwear. Joker had taken to kissing her neck again, slowly, gently and Jayde was just about to rock her head to the side to give him more room when a freezing cold, metal feather just barely graced against the other side of her neck. She froze as Joker began to laugh at feeling her tense against him.
"But Jayde, just because I don't want to doesn't mean I couldn't…because…I obviously, very easily could."
Jayde's eyes opened around six hours later to a dimly lit, perfectly clean hotel room that she could barely remember stumbling into the previous night. The drafts against her head told her that there was a good chance most of her hair had come free from the ponytail and was more than likely in fifty different positions. But she was just in the process of lifting her head and hand to check the state of damage when her eyes shot open fully to take in the sight of the empty hotel room around her. Joker was not in the room but from the look of the surroundings through the window, she was still in their same room. Except all the bags, all the guns, and their clothes were all gone.
Her stomach clenched up as if she was about to be sick but Jayde fought it as she jumped up off the bed to run to the door. Her hand had just grabbed the knob when it opened to reveal the tall Joker, grinning. When Jayde exhaled loudly in relief, Joker's grin expanded further as he stepped into the room.
"Oh, lover, did you think I had left you?" he asked, reaching his hands out to take hers as she grinned, shaking the loose half of her curls from her face.
"Yeah, for a second." She answered, glancing around. "Where is everything?"
Joker was now leading her through the door, taking his hand from hers only to pause and lock the door behind them. "It's already in the car. Now go and give 'em the key back then let's get outta here, hm?"
When Jayde returned from the office, several minutes later, Joker was already in the car with it rumbling, waiting with his arm hanging out of the open window, drumming his fingers on the purple door. She grinned when she was reminded of a dog awaiting a really exciting car ride. As she sat down in the passenger seat next to him, she laughed quietly, looking over at him.
"You're pretty home-sick, huh?" she asked, grinning further when he nodded with a shrug.
"I guess you could call it that…" he answered, but paused a second later, squinting as he backed out of the motel parking lot. "…More like…mass-chaos-sick…my-own-bed-sick…Dotcom-sick…"
Jayde gasped, looking to Joker as he gasped as well, looking shocked. "What? You're actually admitting you miss Doctom?" she asked, laughing when Joker scowled at her, holding a finger up threateningly.
"Yes, but don't you dare tell him I said that." He warned, turning his attention to the street. "I would hate for him to develop some sort of queer crush on me…I'd probably have to put him down." Jayde scoffed, rolling her eyes as she swung her hand out to smack his leg.
A quiet and boring hour later, Joker and Jayde had made it through Billings, back out into the hills and countryside highways leading them back out of Montana. Jayde's eyes were starting to burn slightly from staring at the passing trees but just as she blinked hard a few times, she heard the click of a lighter next to her. Looking over, Joker was driving almost ninety miles an hour with his knee, lighting a blunt. She gasped, reaching out for the wheel but Joker reached out for her arm faster, grabbing her wrist.
"Ah, ah! Don't touch that." He scolded, giving her a furrowed look. "You're not the driver of this car, ma'am."
"You're right. I'm the owner. So drive with your hands." She snapped rather hastily but clamped her lips together when she felt Joker's head turn to face her and she could practically hear the expression on his face although she didn't want to look at him. "Sorry…Just please drive safely."
A couple seconds of silence passed, following her words so Jayde glanced over to see Joker taking a drag off the blunt just before his hands jerked to the right, taking the steering wheel with them. A shrill scream left Jayde's throat on it's own accord as her hand flew out the window to grip the top of the car as though she were going through the window as the Corvette began to spin but less than a second later, they were going the same speed, except in reverse.
"What the FUCK, Joker?!" she screamed, her feet now up on the seat. "Turn us back around!" Looking over at him frantically, she found he was merely taking another drag from the blunt, smirking to himself snidely.
"What was that?" he asked, the smoke leaving his mouth in puffs. "I can't hear you."
"I said-" she began but Joker reached forward, turning the dial to the radio up so that a loud Metallica song came blaring through the speakers. And instead of turning the car around, Joker merely starting swerving them all over the highway, billowing up white, burnt rubber smoke from the back tires. Jayde screamed at the top of her lungs, so loudly, she could barely hear Joker laughing beside her.
A moment passed where Jayde's terrified mind dared her to look over only to find Joker was again driving with his knee and was now not even watching the road, and they were still going in reverse. Her screams reached a whole new level as he merely watched her placidly, still toking on the blunt.
"Jayde, you may find this hard to believe, but I'm a pretty good driver. I've been in my fair share of high-speed chases." He shouted, above the music, finally flipping the car back around so they faced the right way and Jayde stopped squealing. "So how about you let me drive this beast the way I want to, hm?" he asked quietly after he had turned the music down, patting her knee twice. From then on, Jayde never said another word about his driving and instead went to taking some big hits off the blunt he handed her.
