A/N: this one went a bit long but I didn't want to split it...smut ahead...

~I can't feel my face when I'm with you

But I love it, but I love it, oh~

~The Weeknd~

I was not ready. I was so wrong. We left the small office and moved back into the dark. He helped me through to get back to the exit. Once we were back outside, I started to head towards the car. Joker's hand stopped me, he moved us the opposite direction. I let him lead me to whatever he had planned next. Fear bubbled in my gut, unsure what he was about to drag me into. He pulled me down a street I didn't recognize. He stopped abruptly and turned to me. His hands moved up my arms and squeezed.

"Lets have some fun."

I nodded. He leaned forward kissing me then pulled his gun. He grabbed my hand and pulled me with him across the street. We walked up to a building. The sign on the outside said 'Lonny's'. I wasn't sure what we were about to do. The doors slapped open and everyone inside the room froze.

Joker practically skipped his way through the people scattered around the room, I followed him, my hand near my gun, but noone said a word or even moved from their seats. We made it through the room unmolested and into a back area. I still wasn't 100% sure what this place even was. Joker walked up to a door, waiting for me to catch up.

"Relax." he said.

He kissed me again, put his gun away and then opened the door.

"Gentleman, sorry to keep you waiting."

We stepped through the door. I saw three men sitting around a table. Joker walked up and sat in one of the empty chairs. I stood inside the room, unsure what I should be doing. Hell, I didn't even know why we were here.

Joker patted the seat next to him. I walked over and sat in the empty seat, my eyes moving from one man to another. Two drinks were set down in front of us. Joker grabbed his glass and downed it in one go. I sipped the brown liquid, trying not to cringe at the taste of scotch.

Joker slapped his cup down on the table.

"Well what are we waiting for?" he asked, smacking his lips.

The men looked at me. I raised an eyebrow and started right back at them. Joker pulled his gun again, setting it on his knee as his legs bounced with pent up energy.

"Do we have a problem?"

I nearly laughed as a chorus of 'No's' sounded around the room. Then the men started to talk. I watched as they started to move around, placing different things on the table. My eyes flicked from item to item. There was money of course, then a wide selection of drugs. I was surprised. I didn't think Joker would partake in this kind of stuff. To be fair though, I don't know that much about him.

There were bags of colorful pills, small baggies of weed, and small glass vials of powder. I sat silently sipping my scotch. The men talked about pricing and sales. Cuts and profits. I schooled my face, but felt shocked. Maybe Joker was a drug dealer? I weighed the options, would I rather he be a user or dealer? Honestly, I didn't know.

His voice was so close to my ear, startling me from my thoughts. I almost dropped the glass I was holding.

"You bored?"

I looked at him, "Just confused." I said low enough for only him to hear.

"You can ask questions later."

I nodded.

"Bag em up boys." he said loud enough for them to hear, though he kept his eyes were on me.

I watched them grab all of it from the table, and shove it into a duffel bag, and toss it to Joker.

"See you boys next week." he stood and pulled me up to leave.

I followed him out of the room and back out of the building. Once we got back out to the street, we hurried to the car. Joker drove and I held the bag. He maneuvered the car through the streets, I could still see the emergency vehicles flying through the streets.

We parked a few blocks away. He grabbed the bag from me and we moved to a large building. He pushed me up onto the fire escape. We climbed up all the way to the top. We were at the top, and he but his hands on my side.

"Up we go." he said helping lift me to the edge of the rooftop.

I gripped the edge, his hands moved to my ass and shoved me up. I climbed onto the roof top and felt a bit dizzy. We were so high up. He tossed me the bag, then climbed up to stand next to me. He looked around, then locked eyes with me.

"What?" I asked.

"You scared of heights?"

My gut clenched. "Depends."

"Our destination is two rooftops that way." he pointed.

I looked in the direction, "Why didn't we climb up that building?"

"That building didn't have a fire escape to climb." he said like I was stupid.

I groaned.

"Awe, princess, should I take you home?"

I cut my eyes at him.

"No, I just haven't done it before." I hate that it sounded like I was pouting.

He walked up to me and grabbed the bag from me. He set it down on the ground and unzipped the top. I watched him rummage through the contents. He stood up and had one of the small glass vials in his hand.

"Are you a drug dealer?" I blurted out.

He laughed, "No, this," he gestured to the bag, "Is how I pay some of the guys who work for me. They don't want cash, they want their fix."

That made sense, "Do you use drugs?"

He shrugged, "Sometimes."

He opened the little glass vile and showed me the small spoon type thing attached to the lid. He scooped a very small amount onto the spoon.

"This is high grade coke. It will make your face hum. Make you feel like Superman himself." he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

"You want me to take this?"

He smiled. "I will go first if you're scared."

Before I could say anything, he pulled the spoon to his nose and sucked the powder up. He repeated the process with his other nostril. I jumped slightly when he let out a whoop, shaking his head like a dog. He reloaded the spoon and held it up to me.

I leaned forward and snorted the small amount of powder. It burned behind my eyes and to the back of my throat. He offered me the second scoop and I snorted it before I could change my mind. The burn started again, but quickly turned into my face feeling numb.

My heart was racing, feeling like it was going to beat out of my chest. Joker was right my face felt like it was numb, but vibrating at the same time. I felt like I could fly if I tried hard enough.

I looked back at Joker, who was watching me. His eyes looked more wild than usual. His tongue moved over his bottom lip and I smiled.

"You ready to jump?" he asked.

I nodded, doubting my mouths ability to form words. He grabbed the bag and then my hand. The ripple of electric current that shot up my arm felt amazing. We walked towards the edge.

"Probably best to get a running start."

I nodded again, my heart was racing, adrenaline burning apart my insides. I watched him run and leap to the next building. He turned and crooked a finger at me. I stepped back, starting to run. I hit the edge and pushed with all my strength. I was flying, the feeling of not touching anything but air was amazing. It seemed like hours before my feet touched the rooftop.

Joker's hands helped steady me. I was laughing, the rush almost too much.

"One more, you ready?"

I locked eyes with him, "Absolutely."

He laughed and pulled me to the other side of the roof top.

"I will go first." I said and then ran.

I hit the ledge and leap, the next building was a bit lower, my stomach felt like it had shot up into my throat, and would come out of my mouth. I landed hard and had to push myself up to my feet. I turned back to look at Joker, he was laughing as he jumped a lot more gracefully than I did.

He grabbed my hand again and walked me over to the other side. I looked at a large blanket laid on the rooftop. Did he make a picnic?

"Don't overthink, the roof is gravely, come sit with me."

I plopped down next to him and waited. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Who are you calling?"

He just looked at me, "Pick a number between one and four."

"Two."

"Oh, that's a good one." he smiled.

I was so lost. He spoke into the phone. "Number Two." then he hung up the phone.

He dialed another number and spoke, his voice low and strange.

"I think someone has planted a bomb on the Gotham Bridge. The had a mask, a clown mask." then he hung up.

I watched him open the back of the phone and remove the sim card. Snapping it and tossing it over the edge.

He looked at me. "Ready?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice. The lights and sirens were converging on the bridge, blocking traffic trying to get on the bridge and hurrying traffic off of it.

I licked my lips , the wind making them feel dry. The coke making them tingle. Joker was suddenly next to me, his shoulder brushing mine. His face close, whispering to me.

"The city is never so beautiful, as when it is rushing to save something. Ordinary people get to feel like heroes. The 'saved' people get to feel alive for maybe the first time in their insignificant life."

I closed my eyes, listening to his softly spoken words as the vibrated into my ear and down my spine.

"For how much the city hates me, they thrive on the chaotic energy I force through the veins of Gotham."

I hummed my agreement, eyes still closed.

"The city was stagnant before I brought it all back to life."

I turned to face him. "Are you blowing up the bridge?"

He smiled, "Nope."

He looked at his watch and then turned my face to the city. The train tracks that circled the city exploded, blowing up at every support beam. I watched as the metal fell from the sky down onto the streets of Gotham. Some fell into the water, some hit buildings and houses.

I looked back up at him. "You had this all set up?" I asked watching his face light up with every explosion.

"I have explosives stashed all over the city." he shrugged, pulling me to lean into him.

I laughed, he was absolutely maniacal. My heart was still beating so fast, I needed to move. I must have been squirming in my seat, Joker's hand squeezed my thigh roughly. I looked at him.

"Why don't we work some of that energy off, yeah?"

I looked at him, the mischievous twinkle back in his eye. "Sounds good."

He stood and pulled me up to my feet. He looked around again and then drug us over to the left side of the building. "After you."

I looked down there was a six foot drop onto a smaller building. I jumped, landing hard on my feet, sending pain up through my heels and into my knees.

He followed behind, landing in a crouch and not seeming to be in pain like I was. He helped me take a few steps until my legs stopped aching.

"We are gonna have to work on that." he laughed.

I didn't find it all that funny. I pulled my arm free of his hands and gestured for him to lead the way. He shrugged and started to walk to the side of this rooftop. I was thankful it had a fire escape that we could climb down easily.

Once on the ground he had my hand and we were running. This felt good. My legs pushing, the blood flowing, it felt right. He tugged me down an alley that looked slightly familiar. He knocked on a metal door and it opened. Loud music pumping.

I looked around, this wasn't the place we were earlier tonight. This was his freaky club from before. He pulled me forward and lead the way down a long hallway. He made his way to the room the furthest down. He pushed the door open and pulled us both inside.

The door closed, I heard the lock click. The room was pitch black. I stood there, unable to see anything, my heart was loud enough, I was sure Joker could hear it. Why was he doing this again. I braced myself for him to scare me.

It seemed like hours, but he finally slid his hand into mine. I didn't gasp or squeak, I was so proud of myself. He pulled me up to his chest, his hands moving up into my hair. Twisting his hand around he gripped my hair hard and pulled my head back.

His mouth moved on my neck, his paint covered flesh grazing my skin felt amazing. He nipped and bit along my neck and I loved it, melting into his chest. His free hand moved along my waist, the feeling blocked by the gun holster. He growled and turned me around, pushing me forward.

My hands flew out in front of me, hoping to brace myself. They pushed into soft fabric, causing my palms to slide forward. I landed on my forearms, Jokers hand still in my hair, pulling alomost painfully.

"Stay." he said and his grip released.

I didn't move a muscle. The remnants of the drugs, mixing with a little bit of fear, made me feel almost dizzy. I waited. My knees felt shaky. He was suddenly there again, I felt him tugging at my jeans, sliding them over my hips. I felt very exposed as he tugged them over my ass and down to my thighs.

His hands removed the gun holster and tossed it to the side. His fingers gripped into the flesh on my hips, almost painfully. I held still, not wanting him to stop. His fingers moved up my sides, scratching along my waist. I couldn't help but squirm under the tickling pressure.

"No, princess, you have to hold still." he said as he slightly swatted my ass.

That hardly seemed fair. I tensed all of my muscles, trying to hold still. His hands moved back up my sides, and underneath my shirt. He moved the fabric up and over my head, my hoodie and shirt tangling, trapping my arms in the fabric.

I didn't move. I let him trap me like that. I buried my face in the fabric and waited. The air felt cold on my skin, I couldn't help the small shivers that moved down my body. His hands moved back to my side and they felt so hot, like they would burn me.

I didn't move. I would win this. His hands slid up to unsnap the back of my bra, the small fabric tickled as it brushed on my back. He moved his hands up to the back of my neck and the drew his nails down the flesh on both sides of my spine. I whimpered, it stung, and felt good.

I didn't move. I could feel my muscles trembling with the effort to keep still. His hands lifted off of my skin, I missed the heat almost instantly. Then nearly jumped as a burning cold touched my lower back. I felt it move over the curve of my ass, then it nicked my skin as the bastard cut through my panties.

I didn't move. He cut through the other side and I felt the fabric fall away from me. His warm hand was on me again, gripping my ass, his finger pressing into the small cut he had made. I hissed at the burn of it. His mouth was suddenly on the cut, his rough tongue moved across it.

I didn't move. He bit and licked up my back, my sides. His hands gripped my breasts, squeezing, then his fingers found my nipples, rolling them. I let out a loud moan, wanting to move. I wanted to pull him under me and fuck him until I pass out.

I didn't move. He moved back away from me. I almost moved to see why, but stopped myself. This was a game to him, and I wanted to win. I heard the sound of fabric, I tried to look around but it was still so dark. Like dark grays on black. Just a room of shadows. Then the shadows shifted.

I didn't move. He was pressed against me, his skin touched mine. I could feel his dick against my thigh.

"You've been so good," he bit my shoulder. "I'm so proud of you." he bit my neck.

I moved. I pushed back against him, his dick rubbed along my folds and pressed against my clit. I moaned at the feeling.

"Oh, no. naughty princess."

I was scared, wondering what he was planning. Then he pushed into me. I pushed back, helping him bottom out, filling my body up completely. He didn't say a word, he didn't move, he just stayed there. I started to squirm, but his entire body was over mine.

Then he moved. His body lifted from my back. His hands moved to my hips, squeezing hard. Finally he moved inside me. His hands moved to my ass, squeezing and pulling on the flesh as he moved. I wanted to move, tried to spread my legs, but he had himself positioned just right. His legs moved to the outside of my legs and locked mine closed.

The friction it caused felt like fire. I loved it as much as I hated it. I tried to untangle my hands and arms from the fabric of my shirt and hoodie, but it seemed like they had fallen asleep. It was like trying to move dead weight.

I let my chest fall forward, glad to be on some kind of soft mattress. I changed the angle of my hips enough that when Joker had pushed in again he rubbed against a spot that made stars burst behind my eyes. I clenched my inner walls around him, involuntarily.

The almost hiss he let out made me do it again on purpose. I pushed back against him and squeezed again. He growled and pulled completely out of me. I gasped, the loss of his body heat made the air seem frigid.

He turned me, pushing my body back on the bed. I felt him pull my shoes off and tug my jeans completely free. I crawled backwards, my arms free of fabric, but tinging with pins and needles as the feeling slowly came back.

His hand was on my ankle. I could barely see his form in the dark. He slid his warm palm up my calf kneading the flesh as he reach for the other ankle as well. I felt the bed dip as he moved onto it, and closer to me. I was trembling again. His mouth followed his hands, kisses and licks. I held my breath as his hands and then mouth made their way to my thighs. He didn't move. His thumb moved to my core, pressing in enough to coat it in my own arousal, then moved to rub small circles on my clit.

I was so close to orgasm, when he stopped. He shifted his body slightly and easily slid back inside me. He leaned forward and kissed me, it was harsh and I tasted blood as he bit at my lip. His hips snapped forward, bruising the insides of my thighs.

I exploded, my body felt like it dissolved into microscopic pieces. The spasms pulling me back together piece by piece. He was sucking and biting along my collarbone, his hips never stopping the rough fast pace they had set.

I leaned up still unable to really see him. I reached up and tugged his hair roughly. The grunt he let out was music to my ears. I pulled him close, nipping him on his earlobe. I moved lower, biting him on the shoulder. His hips lost rhythm for a second. I loved it.

I leaned down flicked my tongue across his nipple, I sucked the flesh into my mouth, biting hard enough, that he moaned out loud. It seemed to urge him to move harder. He grabbed my legs pulling them up and apart. He slid deeper in and I gasped as another orgasm rushed through me.

He was mumbling something into my skin. I couldn't make out the words but held him closer as he finally finished, pouring himself inside me. We stayed like that for a few minutes, I didn't think I could move if I wanted to. His breath puffed on my shoulder. It was relaxing. The slow rhythm lulling me into sleep.