A/N: Thank for raeding and commenting! I usually write these on my way home from work (bitch of a commute) or when I can't sleep at night, so if there are any mistakes... I'll try to edit it later. Anyway, enjoy!
" I love you..."
Closing the cell phone and putting it back in his pocket, Harvey turned towards the man tied to the chair. He stared up at him with wild eyes, jumping in his seat as the tape was ripped from his mouth.
"You wanna play games?" Taking out the handgun from his waistband, he opened the cylinder showing the henchman that it was full of bullets. Pointing towards the wall, the blonde fired off a round, proving that it was the real deal.
The man shook as the District Attorney aimed the weapon at his head.
"How's that feel?!"
Staring into his dark eyes, Harvey felt his anger coursing through his own body. Would this fool really chose death over saying anything about the Joker? What did the clown have over these men? Were they really just THAT loyal?
"You w-wouldn't..."
"I WOULDN'T?!"
After the Joker and his men kidnapped and stole the uniforms of the honor guard at the late Commissioner Loeb's funeral ceremony and attempted to kill Mayor Garcia, the psychotic clown's plans had been foiled by Gordon. Gordon instead took the bullet...
As the criminals ran into the crown while chaos ensued, one of the men had been shot in the leg. After being handcuffed in an ambulance, Harvey went to question him. As he looked at the uniform, something caught his eye... The name tag he wore read RACHEL DAWES... The name of his girlfriend...meaning that she was the next target.
So far, he'd been trying to play by the rules. He was the District Attorney for Gotham, the one who put his all into cleaning up the streets. After the promotion and meeting Rachel, he realized how badly Gotham really needed to change. For the first time in his life, he found someone he truly wanted to spend it with...to marry and have a family.. Everything that had been missing in his life.
Everything had become clear... He would make this city somewhere safe for him and the love of his life..somewhere they could raise their family without being afraid of walking down the street together...
Now, the woman he asked to spend his life with was a target of the Joker's. Why? Was all this because she was a lawyer involved with trying to put the mob away? Yes, they currently hired him to help with the Batman and help them, but hadn't the clown been robbing them before hand? He had hit most of the mob owned banks, stealing tens and tens of millions of dollars. None of this made sense. The mob families must have been desperate to hire a man who had stolen so much money from them...
There was no way he'd allow that psycho to get anywhere near Rachel. If something happened to her...he didn't know what he'd do... The brunette was the only reason he was working so damn hard. He'd do anything to keep her safe, even if it meant her staying at Bruce Wayne's penthouse...
"You don't think I will? YOU DON'T THINK WILL?!" He roared, pushing the cold metal against the sweaty man's face. Trembling, the henchman slowly shook his head, trying to call the bluff.
"No..." Breathing heavily, Harvey turned away. "No I wouldn't...That's why I'm not going to leave it up to me..." Pulling out his lucky coin, he turned it from one side to the other, making sure the dark eyes watching could see.
"Heads, you get to keep your head...Tails? You're not so lucky...So? You wanna tell me about the Joker?" The criminal slowly smiled, pursing his lips shut.
'Okay then...you've made your choice...'
Flipping the coin into the air, it landed on the back of his hand as he covered it, watching as the man squirmed in his seat. He didn't want to kill him, just wanted him to spill about his boss. No one but him had any idea that both sides of the coin were actually heads. Without that information, hopefully the fear of death would make someone spill the beans.
'Please...just talk...don't make me do this. I have no choice if I'm going to protect her...'
Lifting his hand, the man trembled in relief with a small laugh at seeing heads staring up at him.
"Let's go again..."
"Please! I don't know ANYTHING! Gahhhuh! I-I DON'T!" He cried out, leaning against the ropes holding him to the chair.
"You're not playing the odds, friend...Lets do it again..." Harvey flipped the coin into the air, watching as it came down. A gloved hand reached out, grabbing the coin, shocking the blonde.
"You'd leave a man's life to chance?"
Turning towards the deep voice, he already knew as soon as he'd seen the hand who it was.
"Not exactly..." No one else knew it was a trick coin...
"His name's Schiff Thomas. He's a paranoid schizophrenic, former patient at Arkham. The kind of mind the Joker attracts. What do you expect to learn from him?" The caped crusader walked around him, but the District Attorney could feel the anger coming from him.
"The Joker killed Gordon!" These people deserved whatever had coming to them. Finally things were looking up for Gotham after all these years, but the Joker and his men were doing anything and everything to ruin it. "...He's going to kill Rachel..."
"You're the symbol of hope I could never be. Your stand against organized crime is the first legitimate ray of light in Gotham in decades... If anyone saw this, everything would be undone. All the criminals you pulled off the streets would be released and Jim Gordon would have died for nothing..."
Harvey knew the Batman was right...but what choice did he have anymore? The love of his life was being threatened. Every person that has been marked by the clown was killed violently. A threat from him wasn't a joke, it was a promise.
"If I'm not able to get the clown by the end of the week, I want you to hold a press conference." A press conference? The Batman wants him to have a press conference?
"For what?"
"No one else is going to die because of me. If I can't bring him in..." Tossing the lucky coin, the blonde reached out and grabbed it. "Gotham will be in your hands now."
Harvey knew what he meant... The Joker threatened to kill people every day until Batman took off his mask and turned himself in. That cannot happen. The caped crusader spent years protecting Gotham from the scum of the underworld who tried to destroy their home. To the blonde, the man in front of him was the epitome of a hero. Not everyone would agree with it, but he didn't care. That's how he truly felt.
"You can't...You can't give in!" Was the Batman really going to reveal himself at the press conference? Really throw it all away at the demands of a mentally unstable terrorist? No...his hero wouldn't do that.. He would endure until the clown was tracked down. He HAD to find this maniac.
"YOU CAN'T GIVE IN!"
Sakura trembled as the shirtless man holding her kicked the door to her bedroom open, stepping through as gripped her hips tightly against his waist.
"Ahh!" Yelling out in surprise as he tossed her onto the bed, she was breathless as he was on her before she could even catch her breath.
Large hands ran everywhere, gripping at the emerald dress. It was in the way...
Leaning back, Joker stared down as he panted, his dark orbs burning into her. The pinkette couldn't help squirming under those eyes. He'd already seen everything, done God knows what before...but for her...this was different.
Something new...dangerous... It was exciting...
The makeup around his scarred mouth was completely smeared into a blur of pink. What was missing was undoubtedly around her own and down her neck.
"Are you..ha..sure?" The Clown Prince's voice was barely above a whisper through his heavy breathing. It felt good to know that she still had this effect on him. "I'm not letting go after this. You realize this, right?"
Asking this again? Didn't he realize who he was talking to? If he could still want her after seeing her busted face and even abandoning him for seven long years, how could someone turn away?
Sitting in the alleyway earlier, something unlocked in her head. If felt like finally being freed after being locked up for years. The person she was a few days ago was not same person lying under the man staring at her.
That woman...Tasha...was dead now. It was clear now... After breaking down and seeing Jack standing there, the two people in her head were fighting for control. The one voice was screaming to be freed while the other was begging for them to stop.
Tasha didn't want to give up control... Loved the perfect little life she had set up using this body. Didn't like arguing with anyone or having to fight. Almost destroyed this body just to save herself. Tried to run from the Joker, even if it meant the death of others.
Sakura wouldn't allow it anymore. This woman had to go. No one would get between her and Jack now that she was awake... They fought hard while on the floor, gripping her head in pain. Tasha wanted wasn't sure, couldn't make up her mind about ANYTHING. Couldn't decided how she felt about ANYTHING. The pinkette had no choice but to end her, otherwise things would end badly and she would drag Jack into it. She killed her... Locked her body away in the darkness where she had spent the last seven years.
It wasn't all there yet, something was still holding those precious memories away. Most of it was there, but it was enough for now. One by one, she'd open the doors and see what they held.
"Jack...I already told you. Don't you realize who you're talking to?"
Joker's eyes widened as looked at her carefully. A grin spread across his face as he must have realized it too.
Grabbing the lace from of her dress, he tore the fabric down the middle with his bare hands, lunging forward as he nipped and kissed her neck.
"I'm glad you're back..."
Reaching up, the pinkette put her hands in his faded green hair, running her nails against his scalp.
"Dammit..." He groaned against the soft skin of her chest. Giving the hair between her finger a tug, she felt teeth bite down onto her shoulder as his hands yanked the dress that became an unwanted barrier.
Sakura lifted her hips off the mattress as hands tugged at the torn fabric, pulling it it completely off. Jack looked from her back to the destroyed dress as he sat back, knees planted on the bed.
"It was a beautiful dress... You have good taste."
A grin pulled at the mangled mouth as his eyes lit up. "It served its purpose. Next time, I'll get you one that's, uh, not such a pain in the ass to get off."
The pinkette sat up, clad in only a black strapless bra and panties. The Clown Prince stared down at her, throwing what was left of the dress over his shoulder and onto the carpet.
He was so much taller and larger than her, always had been. Reaching forward, she ran dainty fingers along his scarred chest, enjoying the way he groaned deeply. Pink lips touched his warm skin, the muscles of his chest moving as she kissed everywhere she could reach. The scars never were a turnoff. They just meant her lover was a tough man to get rid of.
"Jack... I missed you." Hands circled around her waist, holding on tightly. She could feel how fast his heart was beating through his chest. Did he realize he was having the same effect on her?
Nailed ran long the pale skin of her back, tugging on the back of her bra. After a few second, he managed to get the clasp undone, pulling the fabric away in a hurry.
Sakura's face turned red as she covered her chest, feeling embarrassed at the way his dark eyes gazed wildly down at her. What was the point, he'd already seen everything. The only problem was that it had been a long time ago and even if she'd seen images of a moment in time, it didn't feel the same.
The only thing that she could compare it to was like someone watching a porno, then having the star show up to their home wanting to recreate what they just watched. No matter how many times you watch it, being face to face with the real deal was a whole different ballgame...
"Don't..." Grabbing her wrists gently, he pulled her arms away that were trying to conceal herself from him. "Don't be embarrassed. You're with me... Let me see...everything."
A shiver ran down her spine as he leaned in, his husky voice and hot breath against her ear making the pounding in her chest worse. It was overwhelming...
Grabbing her hips, Joker pushed the pinkette against the blanket, pinning her small body against the bed. This was torture...
Looking down at the woman beneath him was making his blood race. The way she fidgeted under his gaze... Like he was a wild animal that finally caught it's prey, it excited him more than she realized.
It was so to hold back...to not just tear the little black lace off and slam her into the headboard.
'Maybe next time...'
There was no rush. They had all night...but after waiting so long, it was maddening. He hadn't felt her touch or kisses in seven years and now they were all over him.
Dark eyes took in everything beneath him as the beauty shivered against the covers, trying not to give in and cover herself from his view. It must have been hard for her... All she had to go off of was a few images of the past, while he remembered EVERYTHING.
The sounds, the looks, the touches...curiously exploring each other as they got older... She really had no idea..
Reaching up and grabbing her chin, the clown ran his thumb over the pinkette's trembling bottom lip. It was always enjoyable to feel how soft and delicate every part of her was compared to his own rough and battered body.
His eyes widened as her lips parted, taking his thumb into her mouth and gently sucking on it. A tremble ran through him as her eyelids fluttered closed, humming and sending vibrations down his arm.
'Fuck!'
The grip on her chin tightened as he clenched his jaw tightly, not knowing how much patience there was left to hold on to. Pulling his thump out with a pop, a groan left his mangled lip as his pants were becoming painfully uncomfortable. Did this woman have any idea of the insanity she caused?
"Jack..." The soft moan of his name made his chest tighten. How long had it been since hearing it like this? No one ever said that word to him, not in years. Always either Joker, boss, or some colorful assortment. It felt foreign almost, but right as it poured from her lips.
Sakura was so beautiful... The light illuminating from the street lamps from the windows made the pale skin shine, appearing almost luminous against the shadows of the room. Silky pink locks spilled off the pillow in every direction and her emerald green eyes were darker than usual as they bore into him... Taking in every detail, every scar.
To him, she had an ethereal beauty...too good for his world. Too good for him. He always had thought that, even when they were young. She'd grown into such a lovely woman...so how could she possibly be attracted to him?
It wouldn't be hard to find someone rich and handsome to try to love who could have given her a good life. Someone like Bruce Wayne... As a couple, they could go anywhere in the world...walk around in public without feeling ashamed or worrying about someone going after them. They could walk in the sunlight, enjoying life to the fullest...
...And yet, here she was...lying under him, eyes begging for him to take it further, breathlessly saying his name. What did she see? Most women would scream or run just from a since glance at his face. The slash marks around his mouth were hideous, that was true. The scar on his body were horrible, that wasn't a secret. Being with him, they wouldn't be able to walk in the sunshine with everyone else. Not have a normal life... There were things he couldn't give her that she could enjoyed with someone else...
It was selfish, but he couldn't just let her go. Seeing the way she smiled as the billionaire playboy twirled her as they danced reminded him of that. If they were a normal couple, that's what it would look like. Two good looking people swaying back and forth, enjoying the night. No one staring strangely, no worries, no one else in the world besides them even with all the other people around...
It was hard to watch... If he did nothing, maybe she could have had a chance to have a "handsome" billionaire sweep her off her feet and take her to the places he never could before. Part of him just couldn't let her go...not without at least trying.
The way her green eyes lit up as he intervened told him everything. She didn't care that he wasn't a handsome billionaire. Showed she still didn't care about the scars. She was able to look pass them and see the man behind them... What more could he ask for?
"Jack..." The words broke through the self loathing spell he cast on himself as the pinkette wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him to come closer.
"You really are beautiful..." Sakura looked off to the side, cheeks flush. Always embarrassed by his words..
The hand on her chin drug down her neck, spreading out his fingers as they an along the soft skin of her neck and chest, down between the valley of her breasts. A gasp left her lips as she tilted her head into the pillow, back arching off of the bed.
This was how he liked to imagine her...
Sakura cried out as he lunged forward, nipping and kissing the soft skin between her breasts. His calloused, rough hands ran up her body, enjoying the weight of them in his palm. They had gotten bigger since last time...not that it mattered if they hadn't.
His scarred mouth moved to take her hardened nipple between his lips, gently suckling while kneading the other in his palm. The moans as he switched from one to the other were heavenly. She was enjoying this as much as him.
"Hah...ah..." He wanted more...needed more. The legs around his waist tightened as they desperately crossed against his back.
Nails grazed down his shoulders and arms as the pinkette shifted, her own need making her uncomfortable.
"Jack.." Hearing his name spurred him on. Sitting back onto his knees, he saw the half-lidded green eyes staring up at him as she breathed heavily. He knew that look...
Hooking his fingers into the sides of the black lace that was blocking his view, he tugged on them as she lifted her hips up off the bed, making it easier for both of them.
Tossing them onto the carpet where the dress laid long forgotten, the Clown Prince leaned down, trailing his lips down her abdomen. The pinkette shuttered at the feel of his hot breath against her skin.
Running a rough hand down her body, it made its way down her pelvis and between her shaky legs. Groaning as he laid his head down against the space between her breasts, his calloused fingers felt along her slit, loving the reactions he was pulling out just from a simple touch.
'...She's so wet...' It was amazing.. This little woman was so turned on and he didn't even have his pants off yet. To know just this could be so effective felt overpowering. It made his ego soar knowing he could do this to someone like her. She was so pretty...and he wasn't. The beast was going to have his beauty and no one was going to get in the way.
Sakura hissed through her teeth as he moved gently, running his fingers between her fold and circling her clit. Glancing up at his woman, he licked his scar, carefully watching her face. Green eyes screwed shut and teeth biting down on her bottom lip, he could feel himself getting harder with every noise she made.
"Ahhh!" Her back arched up off the bed as he slowly pushed a finger inside of her. A large hand splayed itself against her chest, keeping her in place. She wasn't going anywhere...
Joker's teeth grazed over his own lip, leaning back to watch what he was doing to her. Small hands grabbed at the wrist pinning her down, clawing at it in desperation. A grin spread across his scarred mouth, enjoying the way she was losing control over her own body.
"Oh shitttt..." Moving his finger further into her, he could feel how tight she was as the muscles of her core pushed against him, trying to force him out. Licking his lips, he raked his nails down from between her breasts to her pelvis. As she moved to sit up, he moved faster, pinning her back against the covers.
"Oh my dollface... When's the last time you've been with anyoneee?" Part of him didn't want to know...didn't want to hear it... From the feel of it, she hadn't had anyone in a long time or he wouldn't be going against such resistance...
But seven years is a long time. It would be natural for someone who looked like her to have some fun, especially with all the rich young men she worked with. The thought was almost unbearable, thinking about sharing her with another man...
Sakura looked up at him with an odd expression, finger still lodged into her, but not moving. What was that expression? Annoyance? Disbelief?
A grin spread across her pink lips as she breathed heavily, smacking the hand holding her down. What did that mean? What could she be thinking? It was infuriating not to be able to see into that pink head sometimes.
"Hn... I don't remember...seven years is a long time. You're going to have to make me remember.." A sly grin spread across his face, knowing what she meant. A small chuckle left his mangled mouth as the tightening in his chest disappeared.
"What about you, haaa...Romeo?" The pinkette raised an eyebrow as a bead of sweat ran down the side of her face. Leaning up, he ran his tongue along her soft skin, giving himself a taste as he pumped his finger into her. Her body jolted at the sudden motion, crying out into his wavy hair.
"I can take care of myself, dollface." Sakura arched her body up against him, green eyes losing focus and panting hard as he pushed a second finger into her tight core. A shudder ran up his back watching her. It was so sexy... All he wanted to do was grip her up and shove himself into her as hard as he could, making her scream his name over and over again.
'Fuck, this is too much...'
"I...I guess you don't need me...ah! T-then, right?" The pinkette's eyes slowly fluttered open, looking into his.
"Don't be...stupid. You have no idea..." Biting her neck roughly, she cried out as he picked up the pace, pumping into her harder. She really had no clue...
Sitting up while keeping his grip on her chest, he shifted down her body, using his knees to spread her legs. Fingers still worked her over as he moved his hand down to her pelvis. It was easier to hold her down from here..
"What are you doin-AHhh! Oh my god!" Sakura threw her head back as he leaned down, putting his hot mouth against her. Pulling out, he grabbed her legs, tossing them onto his shoulders on either side of his head.
"J-Jack, don't do that!" He chuckled against her, knowing she was embarrassed. Running his warm tongue along her slit, she tasted so sweet...like he remembered. Her legs trembled as he continued. Reaching up, he grasped her things, gripping them tightly as he buried his face into her, lapping and suckling her clit.
She was going wild, crying out and burying her hands in his hair, yanking the messy locks with her thin fingers.
'That's it... Go ahead, pull it as hard as you want...' He loved it when she ran her hand through his hair, but nothing was better than when she'd pull on it roughly as they went at it.
Pushing his fingers back into, he shoved them into as he concentrated on her bundle of nerves. He just wanted to feel her lose herself again, let him take over. Nothing was a bigger turn on for him than seeing her come undone from what he did to her.
The muscles in her core tightened around his fingers as he worked her over, the pain between his own legs becoming unbearable. She was getting close, he knew it as his tongue circled her clit. Dark eyes watched her face, entranced. Her head was thrown back into the pillows, pink lips parted as moans and cried left her mouth.
"Look at me."
Sakura's head turned to the side, to embarrassed to make eye contract. That defiance...was definitely his woman. Her walls rippled against the rough fingers assaulting her, signaling the end.
"Look. At. Me." Hesitantly, she looked down at him, her eyes barely able to keep themselves open. Letting go of his hair, she propped herself on her elbows, unable to look away as his dark orbs.
"AH! Ohmygod...ha omygod! Ohmygod! AHhhhha!" She fell back against the bed, grabbing her own hair as her body rolled with the climax. The Clown Prince pulled his fingers out, using his hands to grip her hips tightly to hold her still. He buried his face into her core, enjoying everything she had to give him.
"Hah...ah..." The pinkette dropped against the cover, gasping for breath as the waves of pleasure ran through her. Chest rising and falling, small tremors ran their course as her head lulled back and forth, almost in disbelief.
Joker sat up with a wolfish grin as he looked at the spent woman, what was left of his make up just a messy smear. Most of it was trailing down the curves of the angel trembling beneath him.
"So...that's what I was missing..." A chuckle left her breathless pink lips as she glanced at the man getting off of the bed.
"That? Oh no, sweetheart. You're gonna get it now... You can see what you really were, uh, missing." He desperately pulled and yanked at his belt and pants, needing to get out of them. The throbbing was unbearable...
Ridding himself of the remaining pieces of clothing, the cool air on his painful erection felt great...but it wasn't cool air on it he wanted.
Getting back onto the bed, he lunged at her, hungrily attacking her mouth. The anticipation was killing him as they battles for dominance as he took her bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a small tug.
Grabbing his throbbing shaft, he moved in closer on top of her, rubbing his head along her wet slit. Leaning back a bit to be able to watch, he pushed forward, clenching his teeth hard and growling out as her tight hot walls surrounded him.
"Ahh! Jack!" The pinkette's face twisted in anguish as he surged forward, refusing to her the muscles in her core push him out.
Joker's eyes squeezed shut as his head fell against her chest, trembling. She was so hot and wet, just for him... The grip her body had on him was heavenly. At this rate, he didn't know if he would be able to hold back. He had to...had to make her go crazy at least one more time.
"D-Don't move..." His grit out, trying to concentrate on something...anything else. All that foreplay had been more overwhelming than he realized.
'Blood...fire...barrels of gas...that's not helping...' His hot breath panted against her smooth skin as he looked up, watching his woman's reaction.
The pinkette's eyes were barely open, staring down at him with a look of pain across her face. Did he hurt her? Was it too much too fast?
A sharp grunt left his scarred mouth as she jerked her hips, forcing him further into her. Dark eyes widened seeing the small smirk on her pained face.
'You little...'
"Now you're gonna get itttt..." Throwing caution to the wind and feeling more in control, he pulled out and surged forward, making her cry out. Unable to hold back anymore, he kissed her roughly as he picked up the pace, setting a rhythm.
"Oh god Jack...Ahhh...feels so good..." Grasping the sides of her face, he pulled he closer as he pushed her up the bed, swallowing her cries. Sweat trailed along his face and scarred chest, making what was left of his makeup run down his pale skin.
Yanking the pinkette's head back, he bit and sucked on her neck, trying to keep his own noises down. He pounded up into her tight body as hard as he could, her moans letting him know she wasn't in pain.
"Dammit, ha...Sakura." Letting go of her hair, he grasped his hip tightly, nails biting into her white skin and leaving angry marks in their wake. He didn't know how much more of this he could do...
Pulling her hips off the bed, she dropped onto the sheets as he slammed into her furiously. She gripped him tightly, her core trembling as much as her legs, sending him reeling.
"You don't wanna listen me to, huh?!" He told her earlier not to move and she teased him.
"Don't wanna. LISTEN? HUH?" He didn't even know what he was saying. His mind was lost in a fog only concentrating on the breathless woman clawing at his arms and chest. It was too much. The screams slipping from her lips with his name, the grip around his cock and the wetness coating him...
Sakura pulled her body up off of the bed, clinging to him desperately as she shook. The nails digging into his skin as she screamed, climaxing around him, send him over the edge.
"Fuck! FucK! FUCK!" Gripping her hips in a bruising hold, he held her tightly as he exploded, unable to wait another second.
Gasping for breath, he held her shaking form against him for a moment. Laying his head in the crook of her neck, he wrapped his arms around the pinkette, dragging her onto the covers with him.
Closing his eyes, the Clown Prince tried to catch his breath and slow the thumping in his chest. Euphoria washed over him as he ran a hand through Sakura's sweaty locks.
He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good...
Looking down at the woman in his arms, his dark eyes watched her intently. Her eyes were closed under her furrowed brows, pink lips parted as she panted. Did she enjoy it as much as he had? Was he too rough?
"Sakura..." His voice felt deeper than usual, making his chest reverberate. "Are you okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No...I'm...fine." The pinkette ran her hand over his sweaty chest. "That was amazing..."
Joker chuckled, feeling relieved. She had enjoyed it after all...
They laid together in a comfortable silence as he ran his hand through her hair, both more than content.
The Clown Prince shifted as he leaned over the bed, not letting go of the pinkette who looked up at him curiously. Reaching on the floor, he grabbed his pants, trying to pull something out of his pocket with one hand.
Tossing them back onto the carpet, he leaned against the headboard, holding her against his chest. Using his teeth, he opened the pack and pulled a cigarette out, holding it between his scarred lips. Dropping the pack onto the covers, the pinkette raised her eyebrows as he held a lighter between his fingers, lighting the smoke.
"Really?" Sakura chuckled, green eyes watching his every movement as the smoke poured from his mouth up towards the ceiling. "I wasn't sure if you still smoked..."
"Yep. Occasionally. Seemed like a, uh, good occasion... Remember that old man that use to chase us for at least four blocks when I would snag a pack? Hahaha!"
Everything was feeling nostalgic... Hearing the pinkette laugh was like music to his ears.
"Actually... I do. He always tried to get his hands on you, but it never worked. Our cardio was pretty good back then...so was his I guess, too."
Joker relaxed into the bed as he took another drag. This was how it was supposed to be... The two of them laying in bed, enjoying each other's company.
"So... You're got going to sneak out in the middle of the night to terrorize Gotham, right?"
Dark eyes studied the woman looking up at him. Was she worried he'd leave after this? It was almost insulting...but the fact that she cared enough to ask said volumes.
"Don't feel like itttt!" The smile tugging at her lips made him grin. She was happy...
"Nothing's, uh, going anywhere tonight...neither am I..."