"Is that so?"

Stephen shook against the ropes, body racked with tremors. His head hung low, barely able to lift it up any longer. There wasn't enough energy left in his old body to do anything, but groan out pitifully. Gray hair stuck to his perspiring skin, completely drenched from all that's happened. He couldn't tell how much time's gone by, whether it was fifteen minutes or two hours. Perhaps it stood still in this world... The Joker's world.

"I-I wasn't...trying...hah..to hurt anyone..." The doctor coughed, spit and blood flying out onto the green waistcoat of the man standing in front of him. The fluids dribbled from his mouth and busted chin, dripping down the front of his dress shirt.

"N-No?" Joker stuttered, mocking the older man's feeble voice in a condescending tone. Barking out a laugh, he looked down at the blood on his clothing with a bored expression. His long fingers combed back the strands of hair glued to the white greasepaint, smiling like the devil himself.

'Good thing I took my coat off... I'd smack him for that one.'

Throwing the lead pipe onto the ground with a thud, it rolled across the floor, smacking into the side of a large barrel. Over a dozen had been stationed around the spacious area by his underlings earlier in the day, just for the doctor's special appointment.

"Did you really think you weren't hurting anyone?" He loomed over the old man, smacking him across the face with a gloved hand.

"Arghhh!" Stephen's head flew back from the force, hitting the back of the chair. Lurching forward, he coughed up more fluids, his face turning as red as the blood running down his face. The doctor suddenly started choking, eyes wide with panic. Clicking his tongue, the clown smacked the back of the man's head. A tooth that had gotten caught and obstructed his airway shot out his mouth onto the floor.

"HOHAHAHA! I hope you know a good dentist, Doc!" Joker laughed hard, putting a soiled glove against his gut.

"Fucking! Ahh...ha...psycho!" Dull eyes narrowed in pain and anger, trying to stay focused as his head lulled from one side to the other. He couldn't do this anymore, it would have been better to be shot like his men than go through this for another minute. This man truly was a sadist, clearly loved playing with his food before eating it.

"I'm a psycho? Am I? Are we? Hahaha! I guess you'd know!" The clown crouched down in front of the chair, enjoying the expressions of fear and agony on his victim's face.

"Yes! You are a fucking psycho!..No...No one does this to another, ha...h-human being." The smile suddenly shifted, turning into a grimace. "If I knew this was going to happen to me..all over some shitty brat... You're just too mental to see the bigger picture! Too selfish to think about anyone else! Just a fucking monster in makeup!" Pushing forward against the ropes, a mouthful of blood and spit shot straight into the clown's face.

"Ughhhh... Getting ballsy in the middle of our appointment? Hmm?" Wiping the wad off of his face and smearing some of the white paint, Joker looked at his glove in disgust. "I don't mind blood, but could you try to keep your spit in that dirty mouth?..."

"Fucking...monster!" Wells leaned forward, spitting more blood from where his tooth was knocked out, barely reaching his assailant's pinstriped pants. There was nothing left to lose at this point. With everything going this far, there was no way he was getting out of this asylum alive. This man already decided on killing him.

"That's more like it!" Leaning forward, Joker gripped the doctor's hair, tugging his head back roughly. "I'm a monster? Who's a shitty brat? I'm sorry, what was that?" Holding a hand to his ear, the clown raised his brows, daring the man to say anymore.

"Ya know... Maybe it's you who needs reminding of what you really are. Seems like you, ah, forgot." Yanking Stephen's head back as hard, a gloved hand reached towards his terrified face. Gray eyes widened as he flailed, realizing what he was reaching for.

The doctor screamed and fought against the vice-grip tearing the hair from his scalp, horrified at what this maniac was about to do next. He's already been beaten with fists and a lead pipe, had a blade stabbed through the muscle in his thigh... If this psycho was going to kill him, couldn't he just do it already instead of dragging it out? Why did he have to suffer like this? The punishment didn't fit the crime whatsoever...

"N-No! Stop!" Joker lips curled up, his tan skin breaking out in goosebumps at the sounds coming from the old man. There were very few noises that could do this to him and this was definitely one of them. Dark eyes rolled back, drinking everything in.

'Boy, I love this job...'

Gloved fingers circled around the man's socket, pushing in and around the gray eye staring at him in terror. "Please! D-DON'T! Stop! Just kill me already!"

"HAHAHAHA!" Blood gushed over the clown's fingers as they dug into the doctor's socket, wrapping around the open eye. The doctor shook violently, but he had a strong grip, keeping him in place just enough for him to work. Grinning ear-to-ear, he quickly yanked his hand back, breaking the optic nerve to pull the man's eye out.

"AHHH! N-No! Argghhh!" Stephen screamed as the clown leaned back, watching the blood flowing from the empty socket. The body beneath him trembled, taking in gasping breaths between the cries of pain.

'Is he going into shock already? What a wuss...'

"Hmm..." Joker twirled the organ between his long fingers, cocking his head and inspecting it. A smirk spread across his scarred mouth as he leaned close to the older man's face, holding it up to its previous owner.

"Now, Doc... Take a good, hard look at yourself! HahaHAHAHAHA!" The doctor leaned forward, bile rising up his throat at the sight of his own gray eye staring back at him. The clown jumped back out of the line of fire, the fluids splashing onto the floor where he'd just been standing.

"Hah... No one really gets my jokes... Ya know, ya gotta pretty weak stomach for a doctor. Just thought ya might see yourself in a different light from a better angle." Giving the organ one last look, he turned away and carelessly tossed it over his shoulder, letting it roll across the floor towards the older man's foot. Glancing at the clock set up on one of the barrels against the wall, he chuckled seeing the time.

"Well Doc, guess our time's up..." Walking back up to the trembling man, he put a foot against his chest, tipping the chair backward and knocking it to the floor. "I'd like to have some more fun with ya, but can't be too late for dinner."

The clown cackled, striding towards the barrels with a pep in his step. This was enough for now, he'd got his point across. Their time together could have lasted much longer, but there were better things to do tonight that didn't involve eviscerating an older man. Slapping the button on top of the clock, the timer started counting down. Just enough time to get out and see the fireworks. It was a shame he had to watch them alone, but nothing could be done about that now.

"...W-What's...ha..going to...happen to me?" Stephen's voice was barely over a whisper but knew he heard him.

Turning towards the doctor, he couldn't stop the sneer forming on his face. It always felt great seeing someone get their just deserts. This was what the clown considered fair. This man had no regard for human life, no matter what justifiable bullshit he blabbered on about. Not that he had any either, but that wasn't the point. They messed with the wrong person, plain and simple.

Joker raised his hands up, cocking his head to the side with a shrug. "In a few minutes, you'll be just like this old asylum. Gone and forgotten. Don't worry, it'll be over in no time at all!" Stepping towards the fallen man, dark eyes narrowed when he stopped moving. This wasn't going to be any fun if he wasn't awake for the grand finale... He gave him a hard nudge with his foot, checking to see if he was still conscious.

'Still breathing, but he's limp. Oh, well... I really don't have the time for this.'

"Guess he's out...and so am I..." The clock was ticking down, not leaving much time left before the barrels would explode. Any trace of what happened here will disappear. No one knows the doctor actually showed up, he made sure of that.

Right now, Crane's having a little rendezvous with some Falcone men and the Chechen. It wasn't hard to find out what's going on... There are eyes and ears all over the city that he can tap into whenever he pleases. They're all scrambling after their shipment went up in flames last week. It was a hoot to watch them losing their shit since most of their supply of drugs and 'additives' were on that vessel at the docks.

These gloved hands have a tight grip over the city that was only increasing with each and every day. More men are coming to his side while the mob families and cops are taking hit-after-hit from his plans. Those in the underground flock to wherever and whoever they feel wields more power. His shadow is looming over Gotham, blocking out the sunlight. Soon, it will be a total eclipse...

"HAHAHAHA!" No one might get his jokes, but that just fine... To him, they are hilarious.

Turning to leave, Joker almost stumbled when a hand latched on to his ankle. Looking down with a raised brow, the doctor was staring up at him from the floor, gritting his teeth.

"What do you think you're, ah, doing?" Looking past the bleeding man towards the chair where he'd been bound, scarred lips curled up in distaste.

'He untied the knots, huh? Knew I should have done it myself...'

This was annoying. Does he have to do everything himself? What's the point of having men working for him, if they can't even properly bind a man to a chair? Does he have to give them a refresher course on how to tie a goddamn knot? The clown went to yank his leg free, but the doctor was hanging on for dear life.

'Got some strength left after all that? Tough old fart..'

"If... If I'm going to die here... I'm taking you to hell with me!"

Dark eyes widened at the absurdity of it all. Was this guy serious? Does he really think that he could hold him here long enough to do that? Glancing back towards the barrel with the timer, there wasn't much left on the countdown. Clenching his jaw, he pulled the other leg back and swung forward, smashing his foot into Stephen's face.

"Arghhh!" The older man screamed as swing after swing came at his already broken face. Holding on to the clown's leg with shaky hands, he clamped down hard, refusing to let go. This was his determined last stand... He was going to die either way, but not alone.

Looking back towards the clock again, Joker growled out angrily. This is getting too close for comfort. If he wasted any more time, he'll end up as a pile of ash along with the man intending to kill him.

"Fuck! Let go you stupid shit!" Crouching down, he threw his fist at the doctor's face. There was no way he was going to be taken out by a man like this.

"Ahhh! Dammit..ha..haha. Jokes on you now... We can both get first-class tickets to hell at half the price." Joker seethed with anger, seeing the man's swollen bloody face grinning up at him despite everything he's gone through. Standing back up, a grin of his own tugged at the scars in the corners of his mouth. Sliding a hand into his pocket, he pulled out a blade.

"Not bad, Doc... Unfortunately, there's only one Joker in this city and it's me. I'll cut that hand off if I have to." Snarling like an animal, he repeatedly plunged the blade into the man's hand, blood pooling around his dress shoe.

"Ahhh!" Stephen let go, unable to hold onto it any longer. He tried his best, but the knife stabbing into his hand hit a nerve, forcing his fingers to tremble and giving the clown the opportunity to release himself.

Spinning in the direction of the clock, Joker cursed under his breath, running towards the door. Only a few seconds now... If he didn't get out fast enough, he would get caught up in the explosion...

Not bothering to glance at the man on the ground and grabbing the purple trench coat, Joker darted across the cold stone floor, kicking the door open with his foot. There was no way in hell it'll all end here... The major parts of his plan for Gotham's soul hadn't even started and he finally just got his woman back. Sakura's waiting at home for him. If he bites the bullet in this place, she'll never know what happened to him, maybe even think he abandoned her...

If this was a few weeks ago, he would have laughed while drowning in flames of his own creation...but not now.

'Not yet...'

Running out front of the asylum towards the broken path that led to the street, Joker heard it, before he felt it...

Boom.

The sides of the building blasted outwards, the roof bursting up into the sky. Flames roared in every direction as what was left of the old asylum collapsed in on itself.

"Shit!" The force of the explosion sent him flying, eyes losing focus as bright lights took his vision. His body was thrown through the air, not having anything to hold on to. He was too close to the building. That hadn't been part of the plan, but neither was the old man becoming a pain in the ass. Most people would have shriveled up on themselves. The doctor had guts in the end, that was for sure...

Everything was hot-scorching hot. The blast sent out a heatwave that carried off everything in the area. Bricks, stone, the old sign for the asylum was ripped right out. Dirt picked up off the ground, swirling and soaring overhead. Crashing into what was left of the brick wall that surrounded the perimeter, the air was knocked out of him from the impact. His body smacked against the hard, ivy-covered surface, his head spinning as he landed hard.

'The negative pressure...'

Clenching his jaw tightly, gloved hands latched onto part of the wall that was still stable when the air started drawing back in the direction of the wreckage. After the initial explosion, it's always followed up by a blast wave of negative pressure, sucking the surroundings towards the center. Holding on with all his strength, the force pulled at everything that had been sent flying, lifting his feet from off the ground. There was no way in hell he'll let go. The last thing he needs is to be impaled by shrapnel or crushed.

As soon as the wave subsided, the clown dropped himself onto the ground. His head rolled to the side, panting hard and heaving. That was too damn close...

It was exciting.

"Gahh!..." Shaking his head as he slowly sat up, Joker growled out in annoyance, knowing his ribs were messed up. Slamming into the brick wall was going to leave his side completely bruised. It wasn't an issue of pain, he rarely felt that anymore. That was really a shame because he relished it. Those delicious sensations are getting harder to experience these days, his body's built up such an endurance for it over the years. Pain is like a drug, giving a rush that most couldn't understand or comprehend. He misses it...

"Dammit!" Sakura is going to be pissed... She hates it when he comes back all beat up, even if he enjoys it. That's how it's always been... While he loves the pain, he likes her fretting over him even more.

Dark eyes look up as he brushes the dirt off the front of his dress shirt, still gripping onto the trench coat in his bloody, gloved hand. The asylum's completely demolished... The flames dance high above where the building stood, black smoke billowing up into the night sky.

'Beautiful...'

"WOAHAHAHAHHOAHAHAHA!"

It's a sight to behold. The shades of red and orange, the loud explosions from it going off, and the total destruction left behind in its wake. Utter chaos in its most raw form... There's only one other thing in this world that can make his black heart skip a beat this way...and she's waiting for him to come back...

Standing up and admiring his art, he swings the coat over his shoulder and turns away. That was a close call...first time in a long time. He can't afford to be careless, not now...

All the blood and screaming... Almost getting himself blown to pieces fills him with explosive energy and anger that needs to come out, one way or another. He's still high off the thrill, from the killing and the fear he dragged out of those men earlier. The night is still young and his thirst hasn't been quenched. He wants more, needs to take it out on something, before it bursts out and rips him apart.


'Man... It's really getting late..'

Looking back at the clock for the dozenth time, a yawn forces itself out as she stretches her arms high above her head. Sakura doesn't want to admit she's disappointed, but that's a big, fat lie. After the trip to The Narrows earlier, she hoped Jack would've been sprawled out along the couch when she came through the door. He wasn't...

It made her chest feel heavy, but this shouldn't be unusual. After all, he's been doing his own thing for the last seven years and she knows it's impractical to expect him to drop everything just for her. It's not like she quit her job at Wayne Enterprises to stay home all day, just because he popped back into her life. He has his own 'job' as well, even if it's-

'I'm not sure what to call it... Honestly, I don't really know what he even does, except for the things they say about him on the news.'

Sometimes, it feels very strange. Jack will be here for hours at a time, then disappears randomly, without word or reason, just to suddenly show back up again. They never talk about what he did or is going to do. It's only during the next news broadcast that she learns anything.

When he is here, Jack rarely speaks about anything to do with himself. It's usually the pinkette who does most of the talking. He sits there quietly, listening to her ramble on about work or other things. Every now and then, he'll make a snarky comment or lame joke that'll throw him into a fit of manic laughter, while she stares at him blankly. Sometimes it's frustrating that there's so little input about himself, but she's just happy that he's there. Despite not saying much, he seems content with watching her going through her daily routines, like cooking or cleaning up after coming home from work. Perhaps it's the only 'normal' part of his day, that's why he likes it so much.

Whenever he's there and the news happens to be on, it always ends up with him grabbing the remote and turning something else on. Almost like he doesn't want her to see what's going on outside in the city. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out... There isn't anywhere in Gotham that didn't have some source of updates, whether it's the paper or word of mouth. Maybe he just didn't want it in his face, even in the apartment.

Jack likes to put movies on, while they sit on the couch. Either laying his head in her lap or getting her to lean against his chest, the way he used to when they were younger. It feels nice to have someone to spend time with, even if he's a bit...off. Comedies or action films are what he seems to like most, but he always giggles at random points throughout the movie, usually at what other people would consider 'inappropriate' times. A character getting shot or someone dying, people getting revenge, or during a tense scene. Sakura found herself finding things funny that really aren't, but she can't help it. His laughter is contagious...

"Hahh..." Despite being alone for the most part throughout the last few years, Sakura didn't like it anymore. It never seemed to bother her before, but now she can't stand it or the silence.

'I'll just go to bed... I don't think he's coming back anytime soon.'

She had already eaten dinner and read the book from her coffee table for the last hour. Glancing at the now empty plate, she sighs, running a hand through her pink hair.

'Maybe I'll do some dishes before I lay down...'

The door to the apartment crashes open, making Sakura bolt up off the chair, completely startled.

"S-Shit!"

A man silently stood in the doorway, rooted on the spot. Green eyes widened, flickering back and forth at his appearance. Taking a few steps forward with her mouth open in shock, Sakura almost didn't know what to say, where to start. Something's off, she could feel it in the air. It's thick with something her brain can't place, the atmosphere tense despite neither saying a word. The tall, brooding figure closes the door with his foot, locking it without saying a word.

"Jack... What happened? Are you okay?!"

From head to toe, he's covered in soot and dirt, blood splattered all over his clothing. The grease paint on his face is smeared with a mixture of other things, making it one colorful mess. The outfit he likes wearing all the time is in tatters, rips, and tears on everything, even the purple trench coat. He's a complete and utter mess...

'What happened to him?'

"Jack?" The way hes standing there is making her worried. She can see the tension in his body from the way his lean muscles flex, straining against the ruined clothing. Broad shoulders hunched and raised, the tips of his messy hair just barely grazing them. His features are hard and rigid, like that night in the hospital. That time when he was livid, thinking that she purposefully abandoned him and willingly moved on. There's nothing playful or relaxed about him, not the way he's mostly been for the last week. The whites of his eyes are barely visible, just large pools of obsidian, staring at her so...intensely, not showing a hint of the warmth they held before. The scars running up to his cheeks are the only ghost of a smile on his face, lips set in a firm line as his jaw shifts.

'Is he...angry? What's going on?'

Sakura's jolted back to her senses when he takes a few large steps forward, crossing the expanse between the door and living room faster than she could realize. He moves so quickly, there isn't any time for her to even react. A dirty gloved hand reaches out, burying itself into her pink locks. She froze, not knowing what kind of mood he's in. The muscle in his cheek jumps as he stares down at her. She can't read him, has no idea what's going on in his mind. That worries her more than anything else.

Before she realizes what was happening, the hand in her hair roughly tugs backward, yanking her head back. A scream's muffled from his lips slamming down against hers, effectively silencing the confused pinkette. The shout turns into a groan, him kissing her hard and the sides of the purple trench coat flow around her as he leans into her. His large frame pushes up against her small body, guiding her backward across the rug. Not giving a chance for any verbal rejection, the tip of his tongue presses against the seam of her lips, demanding entrance and she won't refuse him.

"Mmm..." The pinkette's lower back runs into the edge of the table, unable to say anything as his tongue invades her mouth, feeling every inch of it without allowing her to do the same. There isn't anything gentle about the clown's actions, not the sweet kisses and touches he's been giving the last few days. This is hungry, starved...forceful bites and snarls. Sakura lets out a whimper, the table biting into her back from the way she's leaning into it. Pulling his head back and panting, his dark eyes flicker towards the table, narrowing in on dishes and book lying there. Barking out a laugh, his long arm sweeps across the smooth surface, swiping everything onto the floor.

"Hey!" Hearing the glass crash and shatter, she instinctively tries to look, to see the new damage he's caused to her belongings. Something that seems to be becoming a trend lately with his impatience and frustration. A warning growl from his throat makes her think otherwise as she snaps her head back in place.

The hands wrapping around her waist force the broken dishes to fade into the background, no longer of any concern. That's right... None of those things matter anymore, they're replaceable. Joker tightens the hold, his fingers pulsing and digging into her sides. Just a few simple touches and everything just melts away, all except for the man trying to ravage her. He never likes it when she pays attention to anything else when he's around and she really can't, not like this. When he was just a crazy clown harassing her, all she did was worry and wait for him to make a move. Now all her spare time is spent either with him or thinking about him, worrying for a completely different reason. It's like he only wants her world to consist of him and for the most part, it has for the last few weeks, one way or another.

And he couldn't be any happier about it.

A cry of surprise comes out when he lifts Sakura off the floor, shoving her trembling body onto the table. The room's cold, but the heat radiating from the large man looming above her is making everything suddenly feel too hot. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she needs more of him. Sex hasn't been a concern before, just a thought that was cast aside as unimportant and inconsequential. Always too busy with work or doing things related to it, immersing herself to keep the emptiness down to a low hum, to stop it from screaming and clawing at her.

After this enigma of a man proved how wrong she is, it was like letting a starved animal out of its cage. Her body rebels every time he comes close, hungry and in need of the attention only he can provide. A greed she never realized was actually there came out in full force, wanting it all. The gentle caresses, the bites and scratches, his hard kisses, and the passionate ones. Whatever he is willing to give and the Joker is absolutely living for it.

"J-Jack..." This is exciting and so sudden. His touch is electrifying, setting everything ablaze, making her puddy in his skilled hands. Sakura felt like she was losing herself in him, but maybe she was gaining who she really is instead. The Joker comes and goes as he pleased, like a shadow, and she wants to be swallowed up by it. Being with him makes all the fears fade away, helps her find a strength she never knew she had.

Despite him having most of the control and making everything bend to his will, the pinkette has a power over him in her own way that no one outside these walls can ever understand. The most wanted man in the city, who should be on the run, keeps finding himself going back to the same place. Above and next to this small woman, craving the affection she so willingly gives him and demanding her attention.

Dark eyes rove over the shapely form beneath him, taking everything in. Slim, yet so perky and pliable in all the right places. The muscle in his cheek jumps as he swallows hard, staring at the pretty face looking up at him from under those long lashes. No matter what, it never seems like enough. Clenching his jaw tightly, the clown hastily slides a gloved hand into the pocket of his pinstriped pants, pulling out a knife. Sakura tried to squirm backwards when he flicked the blade out, not knowing what he can be planning when he's in one of his moods.

"Where ya think your goin'? Hmm?" It came out as a throaty growl that would have scared most, but only made the woman wet from hearing the deep timbre of his voice. Maybe she is losing it... If that is the case, then so be it. She can overlook the things that make him despised by others and doesn't care about the horrible things he does. Maybe it's because they seem so far away at the moment and aren't in her face. Just another news broadcast detailing his latest crimes. When she's surrounded by him, being held so tightly against his hard body, it no longer feels like being in reality. Her world is being consumed by the Joker, just as he wants it to be.

Some might call this madness, and maybe it really is...but she can't find it in herself to fight it anymore. Countless hours were spent mulling it over, debating what might happen, how things could change at a moment's notice. One day, he might not come home, either of them could be captured or arrested-maybe even killed. It was a thought that makes her chest hurt, her heartache. Even if she tells him to go and never come back, he won't leave and they both know it.

Grabbing onto her hips, he roughly drags Sakura to the edge of the table, growling in appreciation at the way her legs subconsciously part for him. Just for him...

It felt like the air is being sucked from her lungs when he's close, no amount of breathing able to completely fill them. Her body's thrumming with electricity as he stands between her legs, panting and staring down at her, enjoying how she squirms beneath him. A groan leaves lips, heavy dark eyes fluttering and rolling his head, trying to reel in the chaotic energy coursing through him to stop himself from tearing her apart. There's no doubt that he killed someone tonight, she knows that. He always comes back in a different state, still high from the thrill and full of blood-lust. She can feel it in the tension of his muscles, the wild look in his dark eyes, and how rough and impatient he is. His pupils become dilated, encompassing the whites of his eyes and all of the warm brown tones he usually has when they were together. They seem like large blotches of ink, mixing in with the black paint and spreading past his sockets. The strange, manic ways he does everything only increases, pulling out the knives he adores and always wanting to take anything remaining out on her body.

Large hands yank on her clothing, becoming irritated with anything getting in his way that shields her from his view. Licking his lips, he glances at the blade in his hand, becoming transfixed and watching the light gleaming along it's sharp edge. They make her nervous, knowing the damage the serrated weapons can inflict, but he is fascinated by them. Always taking such loving care of his toys, sharpening them, and acting like they're an extension of himself. Dark eyes shift from the blade towards the pinkette lying on the table with his scarred lips curling up into a sneer. Gripping the fabric of her shirt, he places the knife at the top of her chest, cutting through the top and bra in one go.

"Ah!" The cool air rushes over her skin, biting and unforgiving, making it prickle with goosebumps. Gloved fingers grab at the seam of the shredded fabric, tearing them off to the sides, baring her breasts to his smoldering glare. A shiver runs up her spine from being completely exposed and vulnerable as she tries to resist the urge to cover herself, while he's looming above. It will only serve to rile him up more than he already is, making him rip her arms away and pin them down. He wants to look at everything, slowly perusing her unblemished skin with a throaty growl.

Putting the knife down, filthy gloved hands palm at her breasts, making her nipples harden as she cries out to him. Black and red smear across her pale flesh as he roughly kneads her delicate body. Her back arches off of the smooth surface, only for him to push her back down with a grunt.

Joker stands between her legs on either side of him, pulling her closer to the edge and letting her legs dangle off the table. The pinkette gasps, feeling how hard he is through his pants as he rubs himself against the thin fabric of her shorts.

"Oh my God.." Sakura can feel the heat between them, getting wetter with every movement against him.

Growling out, he lets go of her breasts, taking hold of the knife again. Yanking at the shorts covering the rest of her from his gaze, the blade slides through the remaining pieces of clothing. He's impatient and hasty, pulling it from beneath her and tossing the ruined fabric-along with the knife-onto the carpet. She knows what kind of mood he's in now, it's evident in his actions and the expression on his face. The way his fingers pulse around everything they touched and the muscles twitching in his face, around his eyes. He's eager, brimming with energy and lust, ready to rip her around the apartment, biting and snarling.

"Goddammit!" His deep voice is hoarse, running his hand over her body, smearing blood and soot along her pale skin-tainting her.

Sweaty strands of faded green and subtle signs of his natural color stick to his painted forehead and the side of his face as he pants. The swollen sides of his mouth puffed out with each harsh intake of air. Licking his bottom lip and scars, he stares down at her, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He looks like a complete mess and she couldn't help finding it turning her on even more.

It doesn't make sense. She should want to get away from him when he's like this, find the things he does repulsive, but can't. Tasha feels like nothing more than a fleeting idea, tossed among a pile of other things they both want to forget. The woman she was a little over a week ago is not the same one lying on the table, almost like a different person entirely. Sakura can't find any of those inhibitions or worries that used to plague her, not when she's completely wrapped up in his man. He's consuming every part of her these days and she finds herself willingly allowing him to. Who'd have imagined that she would feel safe with a crazed murderer?

Harsh breaths leave his scarred mouth as he yanks on his belt, pulling it from around his hips. His shaky fingers tear at the top of his pants, needing to get out of them as quickly as possible. Sakura gasps when he pulls his throbbing member out, shivering at the sight of it.

'I'm going to die tonight...'

Sakura screams, clawing at the surface of the table when he roughly shoves himself into her. No matter how many times they've done this already, her body still can't get used to it. His cock stretches her beyond her limits, filling her up completely and still trying to keep going. It's a delicious kind of pain, one she finds herself aching for, making her feel too full when he's inside, and too empty when he isn't. She squirms beneath him, her body wanting to fight what her mind's so eager for. Desperate to get him out, yet moving her hips to take him further in. A constant battle warring inside that was absolutely futile. He's going to have her either way.

Biting down hard on his bottom lip, a small trickle of blood trails from the corner of his mouth. Joker hisses through his clenched teeth feeling how wet she is for him. A groan leaves his ruined mouth at how incredibly tight she is around him as he surges forward, forcing her trembling body to take all of him.

"Ahh! J-Jack!" Sakura sucks in a sharp breath when he slams into her, bottoming out inside and pressing his hips hard against her. He growls, watching how her pussy struggles to take him in, his hand pressing against her pelvis to feel her muscles bunching up beneath the surface from the intrusion. Her eyes widen at his large girth invading her small body, giving her only a short moment to try to adjust. That is the only bit of mercy he can give her when he's like this. Slender legs wrap around his hips, tightening and bringing him closer, making him groan.

Unable to waste another moment, he pulls out and rams up into her, sending shock waves throughout her entire body. Usually they fool around beforehand, but this was more than a welcome change of pace. He always seems to thoroughly enjoy that, she can tell he doesn't have the patience or the willpower to restrain himself.

Joker rocks into her hard, grabbing onto her legs and digging his gloved fingers into her soft skin. Sweat runs down his face as he leans over her, cursing and growling out, no longer pretending that he's actually a human. Giving into to his baser instincts, more beast than man in these moments.

"Oh my God!" Sakura can't think while he's pounding into her, making the table shake with his movements. This isn't like how it's been for the last few days, where it was both gentle and rough, constantly switching it up. This is different-desperate and angry.

A gloved hand runs up along her body as her hips rise off the surface, reaching up to wrap itself around her slender neck. Her toes curl against the back of his ruined coat when he leans over, staring down at her intently but not making contact. The grip on her throat is tight, holding her down as he furiously slams his cock into her tight hole. Her body is on fire, coiling and hot, spreading through every inch of her trembling form. He's building her up, taking them both to that special place where nothing else matters. The sounds their bodies make colliding against each other from his relentless assault would have embarrassed her before, but she doesn't care, not with the sharp, pulsing sensations running its course. Each thrust is making it worse, completely coating him and his cock in her warm slick. That's what he wants-practically demands-like the wetter she is, it means the more she's enjoying what he's doing to her.

This isn't like before. Not like Jack, who can touch her tenderly and make her cum as he pushes her up against the headboard. It's more savage, a different side of him... Fingers tear at her hair, going faster and leaning forward to bite down on her shoulder. The soft skin breaks and she yells, becoming high from the pain and pleasure mixing together. His tongue laves at the spot, taking her blood into his mouth and painting his lips with a fresh coat of dark red. It only seems to spur him on, roaring in her ear and shaking, clawing at her skin as his movements become more erratic.

This isn't Jack making love to her... It's the Joker fucking her senseless...

"Oh my-AHHHH!" The pinkette shook against his assault, loving the way this feels. So primal, careless... Exciting. Throwing her head back, her green eyes roll up as heat coils inside tightly, building itself up for a world-shattering release. She can feel it, so close to falling off that ledge. Promising to be mind-blowing, changing her for life. He always makes sure she cums, working hard to make it happen-usually multiple times. This man wants to become irreplaceable. To let her know that no one else can make her feel this way or will ensure that she finds completion the way he does. Taking from her what he wants, but giving her so much more in return.

No other man could replace him, no matter what he's worried about. She loves everything he does to her, the bites and the soft kisses, the way he gently touches her when they're done. The things he whispers in her ear when they lay in bed, tangled up in each other. There's no promise that anyone else would finish with her as he does. She didn't want them to, doesn't care about who can do what to her. Only wanting him-all of him.

Lifting her legs onto his broad shoulders, Joker leans back, his dark eyes staring down intently as he pumps in and out of her. He's entranced by the sight of his cock dominating her pussy, forcing it to stretch to take him in, watching it coming out covered in her fluids.

"Sakura... You feel so good..."

A bang on the door jolts the pinkette, startling her as she looks up towards the large man above, her green eyes wide with panic. The angry growl that reverberates from his chest and throughout her body makes her cling to the gloved hand lightly pressed against her neck. He doesn't stop, still holding her down and trying to power through the interruption. His head shakes to get rid of the voice filtering from the other side, refusing to let it rip him from the haze he revels in when he's with Sakura.

"Fuck! Can you guys try to keep it down?! I've been listening to this shit for days now!" The banging continues with the unwanted male voice yelling on the other side of the door.

"Rrrrgghhh!" Sakura froze at the look on his face, in his eyes. She's seen it before, but not cranked up the way it is now. He's still swimming through the after-effects of whatever heinous act he's committed before coming home, but it's never enough. Whatever rage he was in earlier is renewed with a savage force as growls, his lips curling up to bare his teeth. Letting go of her neck, Joker rips open the folds of his dirty trench coat and shoves a gloved hand into one of the pockets. The pinkette shrieks when he hastily pulls out a pistol with a silencer attached to the end, pointing it towards the door.

"N-No! Jack, wait a min-!"

Bang. Bang. Bang.

A loud thump hits the floor outside of the apartment from the man's body crumpling into a heap.

"JACK!" She's in disbelief, staring up at the grinning man sliding the gun back into his coat.

"HAHAHAHAHA!" Joker laughs, leaning over her frozen form to kiss her hard, groaning against her mouth. He's relishing in the kill, getting off on his own power and ability to end any problems they face within a few seconds. Gloved hands run up the sides of her face and into her pink hair, massaging her scalp tenderly.

Breaking off from the one-sided kiss, he looks down at her in confusion. Arching a brow, he runs his thumb over her cheek, trying to wipe away some of the soot along her skin. He only ends up smearing it in worse with the futile attempt.

"Sakura... What's, ah, wrong, sweetheart?" Cocking his head to the side, he genuinely looks like he did nothing wrong and can't understand why she's upset. This isn't the first time he kill someone in front of her and doesn't seem like it'll be the last.

"W-What? Why?" She knows there's no point in asking. Maybe it's just an automated response her conscious set-up in trying to comprehend his erratic, violent behaviors. It's supposed to be understood that this is who he is now. There was no hesitation in his actions, whatsoever. If anything, he's annoyed from having to stop just to shoot him.

"He shouldn't have been listening...to you." Rubbing his hands down the sides of her face, he leans in breathing hard. "Pay attention to me... Only me... Forget about that."

Running a hand through his faded green hair, his dark eyes roam around the room before a grin spreads across his ruined mouth. Wrapping his arms around her back, he lifts the stunned pinkette up off the table and carries her against him, without pulling out.

There's no more room for argument when he pushes her up against the wall. Leaning down to hook his arms behind her knees, Joker pins her to the smooth surface, making her jolt from the cool sensation touching her heated back. Before she can think, he starts moving again, thrusting in and out of her.

It's too much... At this angle, she can feel every glorious inch of him. Her head falls forward against the crook of his neck, the smell of fire and gasoline overriding her senses. Nails dig into his back as she desperately clings to him, feeling the tightening in her gut. The orgasm that was prematurely ended is building itself back up when he started going faster. His lips pull back over his clenched teeth, grunting out and getting louder with each passing moment. Sweat drips down his face and from the tips of his messy hair, working hard to get her back to the point where they left off. He knows how close she was and that only sent him into more of a fury when they were interrupted.

"Sakura..." Joker's deep moan in her ear makes her body tremble, his grip on her legs tightening to keep her still against his harsh thrusts. His jagged, scarred mouth kisses every inch of pale skin it could find as he works her over, pushing himself deeper into her body.

It's almost there. Sakura can feel the flame inside rising up higher, threatening to drown the pinkette in the ecstasy this man was giving her. The body lying outside the door drifts off into the distance as a warm fog clouds her mind. It doesn't matter... Nothing matters anymore. All that does is that this cold-blooded killer doesn't stop slamming her up against the wall while kissing her so roughly. It's almost ironic... A man that ends lives without a second thought is only seconds away from forcing to her have a mind-blowing orgasm. He can destroy and create on a whim, whichever he decides to choose.

Joker held her tightly when she flails against him, feeling like she's hanging off of the edge of a cliff... All she has to do is let go of it all to be free. Her eyes screw shut as desperate breaths and cries leave her pink lips against his skin.

"LOOK. AT. ME." He growls out, pulling back to stare at her face... Always yelling and demanding that she keep her eyes on him when he felt her walls tightening, that spring coiling up, getting ready to let loose. The way his dark eyes burn into her always sets her off, barely able to hold that deadly gaze.

"Jack! I-I can't... I can't-" The fog is clouding her mind, the sensations becoming too overwhelming for her small body to contain. Sakura doesn't even know what she was saying she can't do as she looks at him.

Biting his bottom lip, he switches between groaning and muttering things under his breath, low enough she can't make out what he's saying. Leaning in to kiss her hungrily, he puts his forehead against hers as his lips part open, letting out a deep moan.

"C'mon, sweetheart. Let it out for me. All for me..." It almost sounds like nonsense as her body tightens up around him. His hips start going faster, bucking harder like he wanted to break her in half. A gloved finger presses down firmly on her clit, sending her reeling, screeching, and convulsing around him. Hot tears run down her face from what's too stimulating. It's too good... He's too good. Always knows exactly where to touch and what to do to drive her wild. "It's all mine."

"J-Jack! Oh my God-" The legs around him shake violently, making his hold on her tighten as her body squeezes down on him painfully. The coil in her body finally snaps. She claws at his shoulders, screaming out loudly.

"FUCK!" Joker clenches his teeth feeling her coming undone around him, walls trembling and fluids coating his cock. He keeps pounding into her, riding her through the orgasm, with no indication of stopping. Sakura cries pitifully into the crook of his neck from the waves smashing through her quivering body wrapped around the clown's hips, shattering her into a million pieces.

He doesn't stop, picking up the pace and pinning her securely to the wall, easily holding up her weight. He shakes his head, making the sweat from the tips of his hair drop down onto her. The rough leather against her sensitive nub is too much, making her scream when he rubs against it furiously. She wants him to ease up, to at least take his fingers away, but can't articulate anything. Her body tries curling into itself, desperate to get away from the barrage and overwhelming stimulation on her pussy. Despite her best efforts to communicate, nothing comes out but a jumbled mess of his name and cries.

"One... One more time, babydoll. C'mon! Cum for me again." Sakura can't believe her ears when he growls out at her. She knows he already needs to cum, can feel it in the way he's thrusting and how his cock is pulsing inside of her. He's holding it off to draw more out of this-more out of her. "I wanna feel it!"

"N-No! P...Please... I can't! I can't!" She couldn't possibly go through that again right now. He's going to break her. She chokes out a sob, barely hanging on by a thread while he punishes her body, taking out all his rage and anger built up inside through his powerful thrusts. Part of her is waiting to go through the wall, not knowing how much hammering it could take from their weight against it. The tears keep flowing, not knowing how to handle the pressure building up on top of what's already there.

"Yes-Yes, you can. I'll make sure you do." He uses his weight and hips to keep her anchored up with his hand between them, constantly moving, thrumming her clit, and abusing her core. She can hear and feel the fluids running down her thighs. Joker looks down to see it, a grin forming on his sweaty face. She knows that look, he's relishing in what he can do to her body. He barks out a laugh, completely smug with himself. "I did that to you! Remember it well, sweetheart!"

She's going to die, there's no doubt about it. The pressure inside is going to burst and make her explode, shooting her across the room like shrapnel. The orgasm from before seems like nothing more than a distant memory as a new one builds itself up the ruins of its predecessor. It rolls into a more powerful one, all-encompassing and ready to swallow her entire being, taking away her ability to control anything. She can't stop the tears spilling over her lashes, or the drool running from the corner of her mouth, and especially not the hot slick soaking through the bottom of his dress shirt. "Good girl... Let it all out on me..."

Joker speeds up, powering through the orgasm tearing her to pieces, unable to hold off his own any longer. Slamming his scarred mouth against hers, he growls out menacingly into her throat, digging his fingers into the slender legs he's holding onto desperately.

"Shit! Sakura... You're driving me fucking crazy!"

Sakura throws her head back, moaning at the sensation of his hot cum filling her up inside. He loses his rhythm, clinging onto her as his own bit of control goes right out the window. Biting down hard on her neck, he curses and groans against her skin, his hips slowing down as he empties himself inside of her. He pushes himself completely in when the last spurt comes out, trying to keep every bit of himself right where it belongs. He relishes cumming in her, wanting to keep his own fluids in her until he feels satisfied. There's some sick infatuation he has with the entire ordeal that completely embarrasses her. Wanting to feel it with his fingers, pushing it back in, or trying to get her to spread her thighs, just so he can take a look. She can't understand it and doesn't really want to either.

Hearing his voice in her ear, she leans forward in a daze, reaching out to kiss his neck. In these moments, she always wants to be as close to him as physically possible. It's like a comfort after experiencing something so stimulating, wanting the affection he willingly dishes out in a post-orgasm high. For her, this is really the best part. It's not the climax she's desperate for, but the aftercare and soft touches he mindlessly gives when that stoic mask slides off for a short time. His fingers pulse at her sides as he groans, pushing himself in just a little further into her core. The movement made them both tremble against the wall, their muscles starting to become slack in the aftermath.

Gasping for breath and ignoring sweat running down his face, Joker holds onto her tight, sliding them down the wall, towards the floor. Sitting on the carpet, he brings her down with him, holding her against his dirty clothing. She can barely think, too dazed and confused from the beating her body took. That's okay, he keeps her in place until her senses finally return and she can regain her composure. Running a hand through the pinkette's hair while she tries catching her breath, he kisses her forehead. They're both a mess, a sweaty heap tangled on the ground.

"If anyone wonders what drove me mad... It's definitely you, sweetheart."