The Joker

Series: Batman (as a whole)


Slightly crazed blue eyes shined with mirth as a giggle fell from pink plump lips. "Niiiiiii-saaaaannn." The female voice was sing song sweet as she approached the lounging male seated upon a broken down chair like it was a throne fit for a king. His brown eyes glanced at her form, running over it with appreciative eyes as a small grin blossomed on red painted lips.

Her small form was wrapped in a white nurses outfit, it was tight and clung to her every curve, raven locks were pulled back by a small clip, her heels clacking on the cement of the abandoned building they were currently in. He had been stewing about his latest plan ruined by The Batman when his adorable 'younger sister' had decided to disrupt his thoughts.

Oh it was painfully obvious they werent really related by blood. Oh no, she was yet another poor soul he had saved from Arkham's asylum. She was a great fighter, loyal to the bone and ever so easy on the eyes. If she wanted to call him her nii-san who was he to stop her?

"Ah, what's up my cricket?" She preened at the pet name and easily sank down to rest in his lap, straddling it without a care in the world that her skirt rose up highly on her thighs, revealing dark green panites, a smile on her own lips as her hands ran through dyed green hair before moving to rest on cheeks that were painted white to give them an affectionate squeeze.

"It's Halloween!" Her voice held an innocence that was almost unbecoming of a twenty five year old and it made him scrunch his nose up in distaste as his hands casually settled on her full hips, pulling her closer.

"And?" His voice was almost bored as he watched her roll her blue eyes at him before leaning forward as if to tell him some great secret, her breasts pressing against his chest, a frown on her face.

"Trick or treat?" Her voice was a low whisper and it made him shudder as her eyes darkened. While she called him her nii-san the feelings he had for her were not that of brotherly affection...nor were they really romantic...in the normal sense. She was his, his plaything, his toy, his possession.

He cared about her, more then he should, and valued her far more than any trinket he had ever stolen. It upset Harley quite a bit when she had replaced her as his right hand but he didn't care. He was the Joker, he did what he wanted when he wanted and didn't give two fucks about what anyone said or thought.

So it was with a dark twisted grin that his leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers in a feather light kiss. "Treat." With that he slammed his lips on hers enjoying the way she gasped his tongue plunging into her mouth to conquer it as the taste of blood filled his mouth. Oh yes, she was a sweet, sweet treat that he would never get tired of.


AN: Happy belated Halloween...I was supposed to post this on Halloween but was once again dragged off to a con last minute. Anyways I hope you all enjoy! 3