How the Joker Fell in Love Part 47

Bruce tugged on his shirt begrudgingly, grinding his teeth as he moved his arms. He was trying to act normal around Alfred, so as not to worry him. But of course it was pointless.

"I know it hurts, Master Wayne, but you have to get through this interview first," he reasoned. "You can't let her know that you're hurt. That will result in -"

"Questions that should never be answered," Bruce finished as he pulled out a navy tie from the drawer to match the suit he had laid out on the edge of his bed. "Yeah, Alfred, I know. Don't worry; I've pretended for this long. What could possibly go wrong?"

"Plently of things, now that you've just jinxed yourself," Alfred responded. With a look from Bruce, he said, "I'll prepare Miss Shaw," and left.

Bruce sighed as he slid his battered arms through the sleeves of his coat. He fixed his hair in the mirror, then buttoned up his jacket. "Alright," he muttered to himself, then walked down to the conference room.

And at the other end of the table sat a woman that could give Marilyn Monroe a run for her money in the contest of America's Sex Symbol.

(insert pic of Dillon here)

He swallowed, trying to remember his faithfulness to Danger. Strangely, however, the longer he looked at the beautiful woman before him, the easier it became to forget about her for a moment.

Okay, more than a moment.

She was turned halfway away from him, so he could get her full profile. He felt his mouth go dry as he subconsciously raked his eyes along her body, her full lips, her bountiful curves, her tan legs, and the skirt that showed just enough to make him completely forget that this was a conference room and not a Playboy Mansion. He cleared his throat in nervousness.

At the sound, she turned to face him, and that didn't help much. She wore a low-cut white blouse that ruffled out around the neckline, and a fitted black suit over it, matching the short-enough skirt. Her black heels added an easy three inches to her height, and yet he still had to look down at her slightly, and somehow he found that idea incredibly sexy.

She walked over to him, crossing each foot in front of the other in that coveted model-like walk, and held out her hand for him to shake. "Hello, Mister Wayne," she said. She had an almost teenager-like voice; it was adorable. "I'm Dillon Lee. I'm here for the interview." She smiled, and it lit up the room.

"Uh, yes, sit please," he said, pulling out the chair next to his. Normally, it was the chair on the other side of the table, but he felt like he could overlook that this one time.

"Thank you," she said, and sat, crossing her legs.

Bruce sat in his chair, turning it to face her, completely aware of how her raised ankle brushed his leg every so often as they talked.

Maybe this interview wasn't going to be so horrible after all.

Danger opened her eyes sharply, and was immediately furious with herself that she'd fallen asleep. She glanced at the clock and saw that she'd only taken a five minute snooze, but it did nothing to quell her anger. She walked over to the bed where the Joker still lay, unmoving except for his chest rising with every breath.

She had to hold her breath for a moment. She'd never really had the chance to see him so at peace before, and she had to stop and memorize the look on his face. It just proved that he was human. Crazy, but still human, and that kinda made him seem less bad. And anything that made him seem less bad was a blessing in her eyes.

But all too soon, the picture perfect scene was ruined. The Joker opened his eyes and blinked, instantly looking at her and nothing else. His expression was the same as it was last night: almost furious with a mix of confusion.

Danger sighed inwardly and knead her lips between her teeth. That look always freaked her out, but she was surprisingly getting used to it. So she looked him straight in the eyes and walked over to him, saying, "Good morning."

He said nothing. He just watched her warily, tensing his entire body with every one of her steps toward him.

Danger's shoulders sagged at this, disappointed that he didn't trust her still. Then she clenched her teeth together. She needed to stop being so sympathetic! She didn't care if he trusted her or not!

So why did that look seem to sit like a weight on her chest?

She pushed the thoughts aside and felt his forehead. He was still a little feverish, but not by much. Good, he was getting better. "Your fever's gone down," she informed him.

"Why are you helping me?" he asked in a monotone, almost as if it were an accusation. His expression didn't change.

Danger stopped what she was doing and thought about that for a moment. Why was she helping him? He'd never helped her before. What was she getting out of it?

And then she realized that she didn't care about what she was or wasn't getting out of it. So she answered, with a shrug, "I just want to. That's all."

He furrowed his brow. "I don't understand."

Danger looked at him, surprised.

"What?"

She shook her head. "Nothing. It's just..." She laughed a little to herself, quietly. "You'll think it's stupid."

"I think everything you do is stupid."

She sighed. She had to assume that that was his way of saying 'No I won't'. "You never talk about your faults; you're practically narcissistic in that way. And you just admitted you didn't understand something. I don't know, I guess it just sort of caught me off guard."

It was quiet for a while, then the Joker spoke. "You noticed that?"

Danger shrugged again. "I notice a lot of things. Whatever, you know?"

"No, not whatever." He tried to sit up, then groaned in pain.

"Hey, be careful!" She put her arm behind his back and helped him lean back against the pillows. She sighed in exasperation. "If you stress yourself too much, you're gonna open up all your wounds again and I'm gonna have to fix you up again. Do I look like I want that?" She turned her head to face him and their noses almost touched.

"What else do you notice?" he asked, as if he hadn't heard her. His eyes were so intense, she couldn't help but stare.

When Danger finally caught my voice, her mind decided not to filter her thoughts, and she blurted out, "I noticed that your face is right in front of mine."

He smiled a little. "You're stupid," he muttered, then kissed her.

Normally his kisses were so full of emotion, so much so that it was almost overwhelming. But this one was surprisingly peaceful. And she found it perfect.

She couldn't stop herself. She kissed him back, her head clouding and her eyes closing as his tongue entered her mouth. He put his hands on her waist and pulled her down on top of him, and she set her legs on either side of his hips, straddling him. He pulled her shirt off and turned her over on her back, so he was on top. She couldn't help but moan at the feel of his chest against hers, his body pressing her down into the mattress, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He broke the kiss, only to trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck as he unhooked her bra. Danger arched her back towards him and sighed as he kissed her collarbone and tossed her bra off the side of the bed.

"Joker," she breathed.

"Jack."

Danger glanced at him. "What?"

He looked down at her, his eyes, for once, not full of hate. "Call me Jack," he said.

She smiled slowly. "Jack," she said quietly, trying it out. She liked it. And she couldn't believe what she said next, but she knew it was the truth. "I love you, Jack."

He looked incredibly surprised. "I've loved you for a long time, Danger," he finally answered.

"Show me how much you love me, Jack."