A/N: smutty end to this one, be warned.

~She's twisted, he's a rebel, she's sick, he's hard to handle

The worst of all is he just don't care~

~Skylar Grey~

Things had become strange. I had come back to my apartment, after leaving the hotel. Joker had obviously been sleeping here. The bed was a mess and there were dirty dishes in the sink. I tidied up the place and then collapsed on the couch. I felt a bit of guilt gnawing at my stomach. When I had gone to check out of the hotel, the bill was quite a bit more expensive than I had thought.

To be completely honest I hadn't asked the room rate. It was completely my fault. On the other hand, who the hell charges $2500.00 a night for a room? I had also racked up quite a few charges in room service, spa service, and the raided minibar. I let the front desk charge it all to Joker's credit card, hoping the limit was high enough to cover it. It was.

Now sitting at home, I wasn't sure if I should warn him that I had just charged almost seven grand on his emergency card he had given me. One part of me said to tell him, and be rude about it. It was the least he owed me. The other, more rational part said to break it gently and apologize. I sat on my couch, weighing my options. Thankfully by the time he barged into my apartment, I had made up my mind.

He walked in, slightly surprised to see me.

"You're home?" he said tossing his coat over the back of the couch. He practically flopped down onto the couch and laid his head in my lap.

I reached my hand up to run my fingers through his surprisingly soft hair.

"Yea, I'm back."

"Good, bed gets cold without you."

I tugged the locks that were in my hand. "Did you just actually call me a bed warmer?"

He smacked his lips together and then smiled. "Are you implying that you are something else?"

I started to open my mouth and let him know what I was, when the words died on my tongue. I had no argument. I thought back over the time spent with this madman and realized, I had no clue where we actually stood. I know what I had assumed, but he and I had never really talked about it.

"Did I stump you with that one? I win." He said looking smug.

I slapped my hand down over his mouth. I needed him to just be quiet. Now would be the time to tell him that he was the one who paid for my literal pity party and see where we were in this crazy 'relationship'.

"I charged my stay to the credit card you gave me."

He hummed under my palm, but didn't look surprised.

"It was almost seven grand."

His eyes narrowed, I slid my hand off of his mouth, preparing for whatever was about to happen.

"How much alcohol did you drink?"

I laughed, I had been prepared for yelling, silence, even anger. This was why I stayed confused. When I thought I knew what to expect, I was wrong.

He sat up, face serious again. "I don't like you running away when things happen. Cowards run. What happened to the brave girl who put the moves on a known murderer? The brave girl who took what she wanted. The brave girl who killed a man to save what was hers."

What? I was not a coward. Had he just said He was mine? I felt a wave of girly nonsense move through me, settling in my stomach in the form of rabid butterflies.

"You're mine?" I asked.

He stared at me, blank faced. "Yeah."

I lunged for him, knocking us both off of the couch. The impact of us hitting the floor caused my forehead to hit against his. I ignored the flash of pain and kissed him. The gritty feel of his grease paint familiar to my tongue.

He laughed against my mouth. "What was that all about?"

I laughed too. "I'm happy."

I got up and pulled him up with me.

"What is the plan today?" I asked.

"Gotta tie up loose ends at the motel."

"Okay let's go, I have to finish cleaning my room out anyway."

We went back to the motel, the job being mostly done, Joker and the guys were starting to pack up. It was odd to think this wasn't his place. I had been to the warehouse that first time we met, but every other time was at the motel.

I almost felt sad about it. Was I really going to miss this place? Then my mind was wandering, where did Joker live? Did he have one place? Did he move around a lot? I looked over at him as he drove.

"So? Do you have a new job planned out?"

His eyes shot over to look at me then they were back on the road. "No."

"Oh."

I was feeling kind of sad now. I didn't like not knowing what was going on. It made me feel helpless. Out of control, I didn't like it. We pulled up to the motel and hopped out. The guys were moving around, some packing up a few cars, from the street it looked like the usual motel traffic.

I let Joker go and talk with his men and I headed up to my room. I figured I would get anything I had left packed up and take back to the apartment. It wasn't much, I had been slowly bringing thigs home with me. I found a few pieces of clothing, a bit of make-up. I went ahead and cleaned out the small fridge. The room was basically how it was when I first got here.

I grabbed the small backpack with the clothes and set it on the bed. I felt like I might actually miss this place. There was a knock on the door. I opened it, not surprised to see Joker there. He pushed his way into the room, looking around.

"All packed up?" he said.

"Yea."

He moved to lay on the bed, shoving the bag I had just set there to the floor. I watched him lean back and get comfortable on the bed. He patted the bed next to him. I smiled and climbed up, laying on his arm and shoulder. We laid there for a few minutes, when Joker moved tucking me under his body. He was on his elbows over me, his hair like a curtain around my face. It had gotten long, maybe I could trim it for him.

"You want to fool around?" he raised his eyebrows.

I laughed. "One last time before we hit the road." I agreed.

He set up and pulled his shirt off, stripping quickly. His body looking scarred but amazing in the dim lights. I let him strip down fully, enjoying the free peep show. He stood now at the end of the bed, naked, his grease paint all but gone. He looked like a wolf, waiting to kill. It looked like he held himself rigid so much, it seemed his natural state. I raised one eyebrow at him, daring him to make a move.

He grabbed my foot, sliding the shoe off, tossing it to the floor. He moved to the other, repeating the action. I watched as he tugged on the ankle of my skinny jeans, not knowing they wouldn't slide off without the button. I wasn't helping him. I wanted him to take complete control, I liked it when he did. He reached up and grabbed my knees. tugging me down, closer to him. He reached forward and unsnapped the button, then tugged the jeans off.

I let out a small giggle, as he tossed the jeans to the ground, looking like he would murder them if he could. He moved back up to my legs, his rough hands moving along my calves, his mouth following. I almost pouted when he stopped at my inner thighs. He lifted himself up and pulled me with him. He lifted my shirt, pulling it over my head. He tossed it and moved to take off my bra.

He repeated the entire process starting at my fingertips. I definitely pouted when he skipped over my breasts and bit along the flesh of my stomach. My nipples were so hard they ached and he was ignoring them. I reached for him and he slapped my hand away. He reached my panties and moved to slide them down my legs. I could feel the heat between my thighs building.

His hand slid up my legs, spreading them impossibly wide. He kept his hands on my knees, keeping me spread open. The look in his face was crazed, he moved his hips closer, his dick pushing against me, barely penetrating me. I tried to move my hips, but he held me steady.

"Please, will you just fuck me?" I begged.

He froze, his eyes looking at me like he almost didn't recognize me. His head cocked to the side, the green locks falling over his face. Without warning he pushed into me, sliding in with ease. I couldn't help it, I moaned. Joker was moving slowly, almost pulling all the way out, before he would plunge back in bottoming out. He held my legs wide, the strain on my inner thighs and hips almost hurting. Almost.

The pressure was building in my belly, tightening, threatening to snap with each movement he made inside me. I reached up and palmed my aching breasts, hoping to get the last push I needed. He moved quickly, laying completely over me, his hands gripping my own hands up and over to the back of my head. His chest rubbed against me, he rolled his hips, pushing inside me and causing him to grind into my clit. He held me close as he moved slowly, in, grind, out, in, grind, out.

I was too mush, I felt my body break apart, the wave of pleasure almost hurting as he continued to slowly fuck me through it. I was almost in tears, I felt like a big ball of boneless mush. Joker began to pick up his pace, his movements harsher. He let my hands go, his movements chasing his own release. I knew that he needed more, that he liked it a bit rougher.

I reached up and gripped his hair tugging it roughly. I leaned forward, biting and scratching along his chest. I ran my nails down his back, digging in. He moaned spurring me to push a little more, I grabbed his hand, and moved it to my throat, squeezing his fingers. He tightened his grip, I could feel my heart beat start to pulse behind my eyes. His body was slick with sweat and a bit of blood. His eyes were locked on mine, his hips slapped against me, I felt the darkness seep through my vision. His grip loosened and the blood and oxygen rushed to my head.

He came, his body giving a few shallow thrusts before he collapsed, breathing heavy. I held him to me, running my hands along his spine. I wasn't sure what that had been about, the slow, almost gentle sex was strange. I enjoyed it, but it was just now what we usually did. He moved his face, nuzzling down into my shoulder. He nipped at my neck and tickled me. That was back to normal.