A/N: A BIT OF SMUTTY GOODNESS TO EASE THE WAY INTO THE CRAZY THAT IS COMING UP SOON ;)

~But I'm on the outside

I'm looking in

I can see through you

See your true colors

'Cause inside you're ugly

You're ugly like me

I can see through you

See to the real you~

~Staind~

This was his worst nightmare. The need and want that she caused to move through him. He felt helpless when her mouth was on his. She kissed his scars like she loved them and he hated her for it. She bit his skin like she wanted to hurt him and he loved her for it.

He had never in his life been addicted to intimacy of any kind. Even when his scars were fresh, women still liked the look of his face. Their outward pity at the soon to be scars had soured each experience he had. After a while, he decided it was not worth the fleeting pleasure.

He only took a woman to bed when he felt like it, and he usually hurt them pretty bad. No one was left unmarked when they decided to be with him. It made for very few repeats. Joker didn't care either way. After he started to become more infamous, the women seemed to throw themselves at him. Maybe it was the makeup, maybe it was his reputation. He rarely gave anyone the time of day.

His wife was an entirely different story. She wanted to be with him, she loved him. It always gave him a strange feeling in his gut when she said it. The idea seemed wrong. He was a bad man, she knew this, but she loved him anyway.

He thought at first it was just a teenage infatuation. A stupid crush on her 'hero'. He wasn't a hero, not by far. He pushed her away, but she came back for more. She would attack him, and it drove him crazy. She had no real fear of him. She had seen him torture and murder people. She didn't even bat an eye, she had even helped him once or twice.

She had blossomed into a beautiful creature. Her outer appearance so soft and gentle. He wanted to mark her, where the world could see her for what she was, her outside matching the monster inside. He had come to realize, she was just like him. Broken inside and not caring. The world had fucked her over at a young age and changed her.

He could see the monster that lived behind her miss matched eyes, and he wanted to revel in it. He wanted the world to see it. He didn't force it to surface, but when they were alone, she let it come out to play. Shedding the mask she wore.

Right now she was in his lap, her hands in his still damp hair. She would tug hard on it, pulling his face back to look at her. The grip on his hair toeing the line of pleasure and pain. He groaned as she moved her hips forward and ground herself against his erection.

She moved forward and kissed him, biting his tongue and lip. He could taste the coppery taste of his blood mixed with the lingering taste of their dinner. Almost sickly sweet. He reached up and gripped her hips, pulling them closer, pressing her harder into him.

She let out a whimper and he stood, causing her to wrap her legs around his waist. He moved quickly and walked them to his room. He pushed her onto the bed and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Peach was now naked lying on his bed, wasting no time in undressing, waiting for him.

He moved up to her, lifting her legs up and over his shoulders and in a quick move, he buried his face in her sex. He moved his tongue quickly, large broad strokes mixed with precise moves over and around her clit. She moaned loud enough to wake the dead. He felt her hand in his hair again and doubled his efforts. He felt her thighs clamp around his head as she shuddered through her orgasm.

When she relaxed, he moved up her body, sliding himself inside her wet heat with ease. He moved inside her with harsh strokes. The emotions she made him feel were overwhelming.

He had thought himself past such human things. It would seem he was as delusional as the rest of Gotham. He had duped himself into thinking he was better. Even though his delusions were harmless, the fact they existed made him angry. He took the anger at the realization out on her tiny body. He bit along her neck, shoulder and chest.

Her moans and sighs infuriated him. She took it, she enjoyed it, his brutality. He hated her so much, he kissed her, trying to bruise her lips with the force of it. She kissed him back. She whimpered again as she came, her cunt squeezing around him. He gave a few more strokes and finished inside her.

His heart was pounding in his chest. He moved away from her, lying on his back. She moved, her warm hand touching his chest, her body moving closer to his. He wanted to push her away, but his anger had been spent, he pulled her closer to him, hating himself.

She fell asleep, snoring into his shoulder. He stayed like that, until his arm began to go to sleep. He rolled her away from his body, and slid from the bed. He pulled his clothes back on, while watching her sleep. For the first time in a long time, he was completely unsettled by her. She used to make him feel off kilter when she was younger, her want to be near him.

Now it was his want to be near her. It felt wrong. He moved to grab his small wooden box, pulling out a joint and his lighter. Usually their trysts would calm him enough to sleep, but this time was different. He felt more wired than before. Joker moved into the living room, and onto to his small balcony. The cold January air stabbed at his skin like needles. He shivered slightly as he lit the joint.

The heat of the smoke burned in his lungs. He released it slowly and repeated the process. When he had enough, he flicked the remains over the edge. He moved back into the apartment and shook off the cold that seemed to stick to his skin.

He made his way back to the bedroom and slid in between the sheets and up next to his wife. She let out a small gasp as her warm skin touched his. He chucked as he pulled her closer. She snuggled into him and fell back to sleep.

He lay there, wrapped in the same coconut smell of her shampoo her warm body pressed into his and finally got some sleep.

When Joker woke a few hours later, he slipped out of bed and moved to the bathroom to empty his bladder. Once he finished, he showered again, the smell of sex and coconuts was on his skin. The shower helped relax the muscles in his shoulders.

He got out and put on clean clothes, getting fully dressed for the day. He must have slept well, he was in a great mood. Feeling completely renewed, he pushed the negative thoughts he was having the day before aside and decided to work until his wife woke up. They had so much to do today.

He pulled his laptop out, opening the top and his phone from the table in front of him. He had a text from Ace that he had missed. He opened the message and smiled. The first group were all cleaned up and learning the basics.

He quickly texted the list of names he had acquired and sent them to his best man. Ace would get the new IDs started today and soon the funhouse would be full of Gotham's new citizens. The only downside to this all was time. He frowned, it would take time to get people in the right jobs and integrated enough into society to be where he needed them to be.

Joker hated waiting, but once it all fell into place it would be magnificent. He wanted to go to the funhouse and do something. This sitting at home was not good for him. He hurried into his bathroom and painted his face. Had to look pretty for the masses.

He hurried down the elevator and into his car, the garage dark and void of people at 3:00 AM. He sped through the streets of Gotham and towards Amusement mile. He pulled into the parking lot and parked under the rickety awning the men had made to hide the cars and vans from aerial view. He moved through the park enjoying the nighttime sounds of the city.

He got inside the funhouse and saw a lot of sleeping men. There were a few up playing a video game on the large TV he had purchased for them all. He made his way to his desk, Ace was sitting there, typing furiously and didn't see him approach.

Joker leaned his hip on the desk, and watched as Ace startled.

"Boss, didn't think you'd be here yet."

"I'm usually up this early. You get my list?"

"Yea, I already called Andre, he is getting things going, then we can sent him the pictures for the ID's."

Joker smiled. "Good job." He motioned to the sleeping men. "Anyone promising?"

Ace chuckled. "This is the first group of five, three of them have high school education, one was a dropout, and one has training in welding." Ace rubbed his eyes.

Joker watched him for a second. "Perfect, I like the variety. Once we get them their new lives, we will put them up in the first apartment on the list. You can get Cliff to get them the credentials they need once they have settled."

Ace nodded. Joker looked at his men being loud while playing the video game. His phone rang pulling him out of his thoughts. The picture Peach had put of her was flashing on the screen.

"Hello."

"Where are you? It's still early."

"Did you miss me?" he teased.

"Always, where are you?"

"Funhouse." He closed his eyes, knowing what was coming next.

"Should I head that way?"

The smile spread across his face. "Like I could stop you."

"Do I have time to shower?"

"Yes, get yourself ready take your time most of the guys are sleeping anyway."

"Okay, I'll be there soon." The line went dead.

Joker put his phone away and could feel Ace's eyes on him. He turned to look at the other man.

"Wha-t?"

"She's coming here?"

"Yea, she has this crazy idea she wants to get back into this side of the business. Boredom caught up to her."

"You think she will be safe?"

The question infuriated him. "Why wouldn't she be? If anyone lays a finger on her, and she doesn't kill them for it, I will." His teeth clenched so hard by the end of the statement, his jaw ached.

"I just meant with the flow of new people."

Joker relaxed slightly. "It's fine. She knows how to handle herself." He looked over at Ace, "I have to find her a job to do here. Something easy."

Ace looked surprised. "Easy?"

Joker frowned. "Yea, easy. Busywork for now, until I find her something else."

Ace looked confused. Joker weighed the idea of telling him about their little jelly bean. He trusted the man enough to know, but ultimately decided it would be something Peach would want to tell him. It was only fair, Joker had told him about their marriage, and Ace was the closest thing she had to a friend.

Ace finished his typing and closed the laptop, "You want your seat?"

Joker looked away, "No. I've got things to check out around here. Let me know when she gets here."

"You got it Boss."

"Where is Red?" Joker realized he didn't see the man anywhere.

"He's got his own place in the Narrows. He stays there unless we have an active job to do."

Joker was surprised by that news. He would have to check it out sometime, discreetly. He nodded and left to go check on everything. He didn't really need to check anything, but he regularly walked the perimeter of the fun house and the rest of the park. He couldn't have people sneaking in or thinking that because the property was technically abandoned that they could come in and touch anything.

Plus he had a burst of nervous energy to work off. The cool air and the white noise of the city in the background was soothing. He had some strange thought floating through his head that night, and seeing his wife regularly throughout the day could push him over the line he didn't really want to cross with her.

He was halfway through his tour of the park when Ace sent him the text that Peach was there. He didn't reply but made his way back to the funhouse. He knew something was up when he walked through the doors and the building was almost completely silent, the only sounds the light snores from a few sleeping men. He saw his wife standing there, her back to him as he moved towards the bigger room. All the men looked terrified. Their eyes locked on Peach.

Joker stepped up next to her and grinned big enough it pulled at the scars on his cheeks. His wife stood in full make up. She had probably scared the shit out of this group. Most of them having never seen her. He chuckled.

"Boy's I'd like you to meet the old ball and chain. If she tells you to do something, you do it. She only answers to me." Joker watched the looks of surprise turn to confusion. He spoke again. "That's all." He said.

He turned and looked at her, she had her face painted up like when they were here on their wedding day. She smiled up at him.

"Well, don't you look pretty?"

A/N: ok the next chapter will have a slight time skip. see you next week...