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Warning: Mild themes in this chapter, I don't go into much detail but it is still there.
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"Get this door open!"
Gordon commanded the guards, pounding on his office door. After Joker's warning, Gordon began to second guess whether Morgan was as righteous as he believed.
An officer kicked the door open and splintered the surrounding door frame, revealing a room devoid of light and sound. The Commissioner motioned for a few of the guards to follow him, slowly entering the room with their guns raised.
The sound of the rain echoed around the room, the sound of dripping water seemed so close to their faces until-
"ARGH!"
One of his men jumped backwards, wiping something off his face, he pointed his gun up to the roof where a dark and soupy liquid appeared to be leaking.
"Give me a boost."
The officer knelt and netted his hands for leverage, boosting Gordon to the roof where he was able to easily lift one of the ceiling panels and crawl up into the vents. The group of officers waited, covering the square hole and remaining alert.
"Ramirez!" Gordon called, his voice heavy.
"Get me two body bags, and a unit-wide search."
Cat crouched, low, her gaze fixed on the scene below her.
The vent entrance was directly above the observation room and she watched the guard at the door converse with Joker, who was sitting with his legs outstretched.
"I know you're going to enjoy this." The guard rolled up his sleeves and glowered at the seated figure. "I'm gonna have to try and enjoy it even more."
"How far is Gordon's office from this room?"
The guard stopped approaching, his eyes narrowing. 'What does that matter?"
"Well." Joker ran a hand through his messy hair. "If my maps aren't out of date and you haven't obstructed any entrances. And if you are standing there while I'm stalling then it is my belief that-"
The vent came crashing down beside the guard, who jerked backwards at the clamour and drew out his handgun.
"You missed." Joker seemed annoyed and Cat rolled her eyes, kicking the guard below the belt and incapacitating him for a few moments.
"You didn't have him in the right position."
She helped him to his feet, and he stared up at the ceiling with his hands on his hips.
"Huh." Joker seemed genuinely perplexed at his inaccuracy, before advancing on the guard with the given scalpel.
"New clothes?" He regarded her casually, and restrained the guard to his chest with the threat of the scalpel.
"You look like a cop."
Cat ripped the badge from her chest, pulled off the utility belt and holster, undid a few buttons of the blue button-down, and took her hair out of its messy ponytail.
"Better?"
He grinned, licking his lips.
"Sexy cop" was his intelligent remark.
The two backtracked through the buildings intertwining halls, until they shuffled into the Detective's Room.
The man was still held at scalpel-point, and there was an outcry when the trio entered the dimly lit and musty smelling space.
The cops slowly drew their weapons, aiming at the man in Joker's arms and Cat who was sheltering behind.
"This is my own damn fault! Just shoot him!"
The cop was sweating profusely and awaiting gunfire, though none followed. Instead, a detective stepped forwards and lowered his firearm.
"What do you want?" He asked, and the surrounding guns were also lowered, with less enthusiasm and more mistrust.
"I just want my phone call." Joker remarked with an air of innocence, this caused the men to glance at each other in confusion.
Cat stepped forwards and held out a hand, her eyes glittering.
"Morgan?" The detective looked sullen and cautiously handed her the phone. "I was assigned your case, what happened?"
Cat regarded him with little interest, and passed the phone behind her.
"For the first time in my life," She grinned. "I met an honest man."
The Joker winked at her, and dialled a number on the phone. She counted to five in her head, and a booming rumble echoed from the floors below.
"C'mon."
Joker grasped her elbow and made a bee-line for the smoking stairwell, chuckling gleefully to himself.
Below, the holding cell was a heap of rubble and crushed corpses, the grey ash that fell like snow upon them was all that remained of the carefully planted bomb.
Joker stepped over a cop's charred remains, and up to a small cell, where he smirked at the habitant.
"Why, hello there."
Cat stared at the cowering man in the corner, he was of Asian descent, and seemed absolutely petrified.
"Caterina, this is Mr Lau, he will be very entertaining."
Out of nowhere, seemingly whenever he willed it, Joker's thugs entered the room with guns and waited to escort them out. Three police cars were parked for their escape, and this time Joker let his men drive Lau in one car, while he and Cat sat in the back of another.
"What did you think?" He asked once they had settled in and were hurtling down the road. "Did you have fun?"
Cat crossed her arms over her chest, pointedly ignoring him.
"S'matter?" His arm clamped around her shoulder and brought her violently to his chest.
"You look unhappy, sweetheart."
"How did you know I would be in Gordon's office?"
Joker was taken back by her accusatory tone, and let her break away from the side-hug.
"I don't know wha-"
"You needed me there at the exact time, how did you know I would get hurt."
"Oh, speaking of…" He tugged her shirt out of the pants and began to unwrap the careful bandages, keeping it rolled to her diaphragm to expose her midriff.
"Let's see how they did."
The wound was closed and clean, fine black stitches marked a horizontal line across her gut and blemished the otherwise-perfect skin.
"Beautiful," He leaned forwards and carried his lips over the ridges of the wound, tracing it with light kisses. From the front seat, both thugs were watching them through the rear-view mirror.
Cat ignored the sparks tingling across her skin with every contact, and shoved him roughly to the other side of the car.
"I deserve some fucking answers!"
The hungry look died from his eyes and he straightened, brushing the hair from his face.
"I didn't know, I just improvised."
"And that's the truth?"
He shrugged, moved back over to her, and pushed her down into the leather with a harsh shove.
"Believe what you want, it doesn't matter. But I am always honest to you."
She attempted to get up, but he had both arms firmly holding her in place and had repositioned his body weight over her own.
"I-I think I may have misled you." She slurred, her eyes fluttering and struggling to keep her mind focused as he kissed her neck.
"Hmm?" He hummed into her hair, gliding his arms down her torso to rest on her exposed waist.
"I'm not…that kiss…I don't…"
She was trying to say that she wasn't interested in casual sex, but she was struggling to breathe, much alone talk. Cat intertwined her hands around his neck to pull him into a deep kiss, her legs lifting to curl around his waist.
It was a blur, a strange swirling of face paint and skin, lips and scars.
She struggled to find her voice again, but she was afraid that if she opened her mouth she would entertain the two drivers a little too much.
"I want," Cat murmured between kisses to her mouth and neck. "I want to be yours."
Joker froze against her collarbone, his breathe hitched in his throat.
She noticed his hesitation and pulled away to discern his expression; he was dazed, and somehow, fearful.
"Did I say something wrong?"
As she asked this, the car turned into the abandoned hotel and parked itself outside the front doors, none of the four inhabitants left.
Joker sat up and wiped some of the smeared makeup from his face, leaving her lying in the leather seat with dishevelled clothing and an empty space where his body should be.
"Joker, did I say something?"
He scowled, redid his shirt buttons, and stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. His thugs followed suit, less willingly, and Cat was alone in the car to consider chasing after him, or letting his ungrateful ass leave.
"You son of a bitch!"
Cat stormed into the lounge, marching up to Joker who was lying casually on the couch and shuffling through a deck of cards.
"I don't even get an answer? I'm not worth the effort it takes to piece together words? You ungrateful, selfish, misogynistic bastard!"
She kicked him hard in the gut and swung her fist into his jaw, striking it with a crack that burst blood from her knuckles.
"What did I say when I took that bullet for you?" He casually spat a few drops of blood to the floor, and feigned irreproachability, when she didn't answer he pressed on.
"I said that I don't care about anything, I meant it. "
Joker licked the lips that she had grown to memorize, every crisscrossed scar, every indentation, every perfect piece of him.
"Say it then," Cat knelt beside the couch, almost desperate for answers. "Say you don't care about me, that you never cared."
Joker couldn't say those words, and they both knew it. She sighed, and brought her hands to her forehead.
It was her fault, this mess, her own pain, she caused it all when she fell for this madman.
"You know." Despite everything, she smiled.
"You just admitted that you did take that bullet for me."
These words had a strange influence on him, and he jumped from the couch in unexpected enthusiasm. Playing cards flew from his grasp and littered the wooden flooring.
"And you," Joker approached her, slowly. "You were wounded by the helicopter, and you helped me escape from the MCU, you're not a weakness."
She laughed in disbelief, his looming figure filling her with anxieties she didn't know existed.
"Why the hell would you think I was a weakness? We help each other and that's why we succeed."
He cupped her face, beaming as if she'd told him excellent news, but Cat was wiser this time.
"No, no, no." She sang in disapproval. "We're not doing it like this, not again."
Joker replied by lowering his lips over hers, proving again that she was powerless to deny his touch. She just wanted to hold him closer, to ignore any restraint or fear that tugged her mind from him.
He leaned forwards and captured her ear between his lips, whispering as he did so; "I want to be yours."
And with nothing to hold him back, he was surprisingly aggressive in the way he hoisted her from the wall and slammed her into it again, their breathing ragged and their bodies intertwined.
She found the common sense to break their kiss; "Not here."
With her legs still straddling him, Cat gasped as he easily took her body weight around his torso, and carried her across the hall to a neighbouring room.
Luckily, the bathroom was unoccupied for the moment, and Joker fumbled with the lock for a few seconds, a task made surprisingly difficult while their lips were welded together.
They proceeded through the shower doors. Cat was again held roughly against the tiles, her hands were tangled so many times through his hair, that she was able to easily hoist her legs around him again.
Joker must've lent on the water tap, because warm water exploded from the showerhead and instantly drenched the two of them. She was being kissed too deeply to care.
Before long, white, black, and red paint was running down the sides of her body and pooling at their feet in a gruesome rainbow.
Clothes were clogging the drain, and the water splashed at their movements, sending the diluted paint over the entire glass cubicle.
Cat looked down and laughed at the sight, the swirling paint staining their skin in the gritty realism of what she was doing, and who she was doing it with. Their bodies couldn't be closer if they tried.
She paused, letting the water run down her face and slick her hair back. Joker dropped his hands from her neck, to entangle them in her fingers
"It's madness to think anything good might come out of this mess." He sighed, deeply, an odd melancholy note in his voice.
She could do nothing but smile and kiss him lovingly.
"If this is madness." Cat retraced his scars with the tip of her thumb. "I never want to be sane again."
"Show me."
Cat found herself reaching down, into the pockets of the discarded clothing. After locating the object, she brandished it before him with a sultry smile.
Joker was staring at the blade. It was beaded with water droplets and flashing alluringly as she brushed it along her collarbone and bit her lip, teasing him.
"I'll show you."
The skin contorted under the pressure, the point on her chest growing white as she traced her picture. Blood ruptured through the cut and fell down her body like red pearls.
The pain sprung tears from her eyes and sweat from her brow, but these were soon lost and forgotten in the showers stream.
When she was done, she dropped the knife with shaking fingers and tried to swallow the numbness from her tongue. He had been watching her mutilate herself in awe and regarded her artwork with a searching touch.
Beside her left shoulder, in the position of her heart, she had sketched a disfigured but recognizable cartoon heart. And in the center, a single letter 'J'.