A/N: on with the show...

~I am in love,

With what we are,

Not what we should be,

And I am,

I am starstruck,

with every part,

Of this whole story~

~Kesha~

The murder of Officer Gray was all over the news. With the reported attack on Stefani Washington, the GCPD connected the murder with Joker. For once he was actually innocent. I laughed as I turned off the TV. I had spent the last few days on a roller coaster of feelings.

I would feel great, like I was on top of the world, then that world would come crashing down and I was barely able to pull myself out of bed. Joker had thought it was so funny that I was his knight in shining armor. He found it adorable that I thought I had to save him from the cop.

There were times I wished I would have let the cop take him. No, that wasn't true, but I felt like kicking him in the balls when he would get that little smirk. That glint in his eye when he found me amusing really irked me.

I had been surprised after he had calmed me down, he let me cuddle into his chest and sleep. He had left a note on the table telling me he had some business to take care of and he'd be back with lunch. We ate take out and I went back to sleep.

The next day had been back to usual. I was awoke by the splash of cold water in my face. I sputtered awake.

"That's getting really old, you know?"

"Maybe for you. It makes me laugh every time." He chuckled.

I got up and got dressed for the day. He was waiting in the living room, watching the morning news.

"What's the plan today?"

He looked up at me and stood up. I wasn't sure what he was planning but he looked way too pleased with himself.

"I got you something." he held out a bundle.

I reached for it, confused.

"You are so, petite, I couldn't find you a tighter fitting shoulder holster, but this will be better."

He reached forward, unbuttoning my pants, rolling then down slightly, just past my hips. He grabbed the bundle from me and started to unravel it. He wrapped it around my waist. It looked almost like a girdle or waist trainer, but smaller. When the wide band was secure around my waist, he rolled my jeans back up and re-buttoned them.

He turned for his coat and pulled out my gun. I watched him pull up a small velcro strap and check the safety before he tucked the gun unto the small pocket. The strap went down over the top and held the gun in place.

I looked up at him. "I cleaned it and reloaded it too." he said.

I smiled, "My hero." I repeated the word he had said to me before.

He chuckled at me. "Grab a jacket, we have business."

I grabbed a hoodie and tugged it on. I liked the waist band, it seemed more secure than that floppy loose holster. I thought I might have been scared to see my gun again, but it was like before.

We headed out of the apartment building and into one of his cars. The drive was quick, I hadn't expected that. We parked at the curb in front of a small bar. I didn't know bars were open this early. The one I worked at didn't open until 2:00PM. I looked at him for any kind of explanation.

"You are my back up today. These are not nice people, so if things go south, feel free to, uh, hurt them"

I took a deep breath, "Are we expecting things to go south?" I asked.

"No.." he said slowly, "but it's good to be prepared."

"I guess so." I glanced over at him. "You ready?"

He checked his face paint in the mirror. "Ready." he said.

We got out and moved to the doors. A tall broad man in a suit jacket over a T shirt let us inside. Once we got into the small dark building, the tall man started to pat Joker down for weapons. I guess he was satisfied and turned to me.

Jokers voice stopped him, "Touch her and you will lose your hands."

The man looked between us and motioned for us to go, as he made his way back outside. We stepped further into the dimly lit bar, there was an older heavy set man behind the bar, leaned forward on his elbows watching the TV.

Joker walked to the far side of the bar, I followed close behind him. I was his back up after all. He slid into the booth on the right side of the room, patting the seat next to him. I sat by him, my eyes on the two men across from us.

"You using women now as goons?" the dark haired man said.

I looked over at the man and frowned. "No, we are just fucking." I blurted out. The other man had choked on the drink he had been drinking.

Joker laughed his obnoxious signature laugh. I guess he liked my answer. I smiled and waited for them to do their business.

"Well, that disturbing mental image aside, what the update?"

Joker looked back and forth between the men and smacked his lips, drawing their eyes to his red painted scars.

"Well, there has been a slight change in plans. I had to do a bit more ,uh, leg work, than originally agreed to. So, the price has doubled."

I moved my hand to my side, taking the safety off and undoing the Velcro. Better to be prepared.

"That's ridiculous, we pay for results, not how long you take to get it done."

"Well, I guess this is where we split the sheets, boys." he motioned for me to get up.

I slid from the booth and he stood right after.

"Wait, you cant just walk out of here, we paid you half up front."

Joker turned, and looked behind us at the two men. He turned back to me and nodded towards the door. I started walking. I could hear the men getting out of the booth. I looked back and saw them reaching for their gun. I looked at Jokers face as I pulled mine.

Now we were standing, Joker next to me, as I held two men at gunpoint. One of whom has their own gun, in his hand but not raised.

"Well, gentlemen, why did you have to ruin a perfectly good day by trying to pull a gun?" he made a dramatic sigh, a large raising of his shoulders. "My girl here, she doesn't like killing people, but that doesn't mean she won't."

The dark haired man looked to the other, the man nodded and he put his gun away. I didn't lower mine.

"That's better boys. Let me know when you are ready to finish the deal. Like I said it's gonna cost you double."

Joker moved to walk out and I followed. We went back to the car, as I tucked my gun away. We got in the car and Joker sped away, laughing the entire way to the motel.

We got there and he parked the car. "Bree, you were perfect."

I let out a strange chuckle. "That was intense."

He laughed as he got out of the car, I followed. He waited for me to get to him then without warning, he ducked and pulled me over his shoulder. This seemed familiar, the memory of the last time this happened sending jolts of excitement down to between my legs.

I laughed as he struggled slightly to get into his room. We got inside and he set me down on my feet. He stood there, looking at me then smiled. "You really did good in there Princess."

I smiled. I think I like being praised. I like when he tells me I've been good. I like it way more than I probably should.

I stepped forward and reached for his coat, my hands sliding up his chest and over his shoulders to push the coat off. I reached for the vest buttons, undoing them one by one. Then reached up his chest and slid it form his shoulders as well.

His eyes were on me, watching as I reached for his suspenders. I tucked my hand under one, pulling it out slightly and letting it snap against his chest. Once I slid those off, they hung limply at his sides. He reached for the buttons to start on his shirt but I slapped his hands away.

"No, I want to do it."

He lowered his hands and let me continue. I liked this, it was fun to touch him like this. I pulled his shirt free from his pants and started to unbutton it. The warm, slightly scarred skin began to show as I got to the lower half of the shirt. His dark eyes watched me as I slowly slid his shirt off, I kissed and nipped at the skin of his shoulder and chest, hands moving slowly down his sides and reaching for his pants button.

I continued to kiss my way down, his hands flexing next to him, wanting to touch, but he let me have this control. I lowered to my knees, while I unzipped him. The pants sliding to the floor, leaving him in boxers. It was a sight to see, his strange patterned socks visible above his pooled pants.

I reached for the band of his boxers and freed his half hard dick from them. I let the boxers slide down to meet his pants and held him firmly in my hand. This was the most up close I had been with this part of him. I had an idea of what to do, and figured it was a learn as you go type of thing.

I held him in my hand as I ran my tongue along the underside of his warm flesh. The growl I heard form him urged me to do more. I covered the tip with my mouth, moving my tongue around as well as I could. I felt his hand in my hair.

I looked up, his head was leaned back. I felt in control and I loved this. All I could think was Cherise was right. I felt powerful. I started to move my mouth, his hand gently guiding me. I was getting excited by the small grunts and what I swear sounded like whimpers that he was making.

Suddenly his hand tightened in my hair and pulled me up to my feet. The sharp burning of my scalp making me gasp. His mouth was on mine and kissing me like he wanted to consume me. He kicked his shoes off and moved us to his bed. He grabbed my pants, pulling my panties along with them roughly down my legs. I was toeing off my shoes as he pulled my shirt off. I couldn't help but giggle at his hurried tugs and how he cursed when he fumbled with my bra.

I undone the gun band around my waist and tossed it to the side. There we were both naked, I lifted my hand up and crooked a finger at him. He pounced. I laughed as he tickled and kissed his way down my neck and chest.

He pulled back suddenly and grabbed the two fluffy pillows from the side of the bed. I watched him put them next to me.

"Get up." he said tugging my arm.

I stood and he turned me around. He kissed my shoulder and upper back. Then he pushed me forward onto the bed. He pushed the pillows underneath my hips. I was looking over my shoulder and watching as he propped my ass up high in the air. I felt my face turning red.

"None of that princess. You will like this, trust me." he said as his hand moved between my shoulders and pushing me down, face turned to the side on the mattress.

I waited, trembling as I felt nothing but the cool air of the room. Then his warm hands were on my ass, running fingers down the sides of my hips and legs. His knee pushed my legs further apart, causing the pillows to push up against my clit. It sent a jolt of pleasure through me.

I felt him rub the blunt head of his dick against me, almost pushing inside, then sliding along the slickness of me rubbing my clit as well. I whimpered at the contact.

He chuckled then moved himself back and pushed into me, my arousal making it easy. He bottomed out inside me, causing me to slide forward and the rough pillowcase rubbing against my clit again. It was so many different sensations. It felt so fucking good.

He was moving slowly, too slowly. I pushed my hips back against him, causing him to bump my cervix again. I think I liked it. His hands gripped my hips, likely leaving bruises, our sessions always seemed to leave marks of some kind.

I continued to press back against him, rolling my hips so the pillow would rub me again. It was almost too much, I came hard enough to bite my own lip, breaking the skin. He continued to fuck me through my orgasm, his hands had moved up to my waist, slamming me back as he surged forward.

I felt boneless, fingers and toes tingling, when he stopped. He moved the pillows out and pulled me up, my back to his chest. He started to move again, the position keeping the movements more shallow. He moved my hair to one side and kissed along my neck.

It was soft almost gentle, I wasn't sure if I liked it. I tried to move quicker, but he wouldn't let me.

His voice was low and soft at my ear. "Ah, ah, be a good girl now and give in. Trust me, you've enjoyed it so far."

I turned to look at him, then nodded. "Okay." I said softly.

He continued the slower movements, then his hand moved down from my shoulder, ghosting over my breast. I fought not to push forward into his warm palm. His finger started to circle the bundle of nerves that had being neglected in this position. I couldn't stop the moan that I let out.

He was being so gentle, light touches, shallow thrusts, soft kisses. It felt good but wasn't enough.
"Please?" I whimpered.

"Please? Please what?" he asked, nipping my earlobe.

I faltered, what was I asking for? I didn't know, I felt like I was just on the edge, I needed that push. I whimpered again.

"I need more, please."

He scooted us forward enough that I was almost resting in his lap, he spread his knees, causing mine to spread further. My thigh muscles screamed at the stretch. It was good, but not enough. Before I could voice the thought, three things happened.

His fingers roughly pinched my clit, he bit me on the junction of neck and shoulder, and I came again, hard. He tightened an arm around my waist and finished inside me. I came down from that euphoric high and turned to look at him. He moved us over to lay on the bed.

He kissed me, I smiled into the kiss. Then the smile turned to giggles. Then the giggles turned to laughter.

"What's so funny?" he asked, looking genuinely confused.

"I don't know how you do it." I said through the laughter.

He rolled his eyes, "Do what, exactly?"

"Know exactly what I need to feel better." I said, then kissed him again.

"Its a talent." he deadpanned.

The laughter started all over again.