"Is this about...-your deal...-stay away from..."
"...Nerve... -intrusive little roach...-not get caught?"
"Y-You!"
"That's what it is to me."
"...-bastard!"
"What's so funny? I didn't even deliver the punchline yet!"
"GODDAMMIT!" Slamming his fists against the table, Hyeon yelled out in anger. Over and over again he played the same recording, hoping to find something...anything...that might have been missed before. Any clue as to why this happened.
'What did he get himself into this time?!'
Jin always walked a fine line between dabbling with the right and wrong crowds. Where there was excitement or money to be made, he would dive right in. The ability he had was invaluable... Many businessmen and mob bosses alike were willing to pay large sums of cash to get him to use it to fix whatever they needed.
If a wealthy businessman wanted to sign a contract with another company or convince them to sell their stocks over, Jin would be sent in to manipulate their memories or put the idea in their head that they already agreed to it somehow. Sometimes, he even made them think it was their own idea in the first place.
If a kingpin of a crime organization wanted someone from another group dead and didn't want to deal with a gang war, he could be sent in to make the rival head remember that the member had betrayed them and off the person themselves. That way, there was no unnecessary repercussions for the kingpin, like a shootout or someone taking revenge against their men. It was better for these guys to just pay Jin instead of losing valuable manpower, money, weapons, and attracting the unwanted attention from the police.
Jin was good-no-he was great at what he did. Just standing near him put people at ease enough to allow a quick touch of the shoulder or hand. That was how he was able to get in and out of places easily. He could make a bodyguard at the door believe that he had an appointment with the person in question or was even a member of their own gang.
"...-gonna cut me up?"
"Yeah."
"Dammit, Jin... What did you do? What did you do?!"
Hyeon didn't like what this "gift" was being used for... Instead of using it to just make money or for fun, Jin could have been using it for a good cause. For years he tried to convince his brother to use his ability for either the Gotham Police Department or the District Attorney...to help the city they lived in become a better place. He could have used it to make criminals or suspects feel at ease or convince them to confess to everything they were being questioned for. Even just holding their hand, he could have searched their memories to find out what they've done or if they were lying.
Such wasted potential... For a while, Hyeon had worked for the Gotham Police, before meeting the District Attorney personally. After his encounter with Harvey Dent, everything had became crystal clear. If Gotham was going to become a better place where people could live without fear, it would be because of the 'White Knight'.
Dent would usher in a new era, one where they didn't need a masked vigilante to do what no one else was strong enough to accomplish. The District Attorney stood in front of everyone without a mask and was willing to fight the good fight. No expensive weapons, no fancy batmobile, no beating people senseless in the streets... Just using the laws that were available in the good book and his own genius.
At this very moment, 549 gang members were sitting in jail thanks to Dent's hard work and dedication. Yes, it had been Batman who brought Lau back from Hong Kong, but it was Dent who used his knowledge of the law to secure a spot behind bars for all of them. If it was in Batman's hands, only Lau would be in jail and that wouldn't last long after paying off the guards and lawyers.
It was Dent who was fighting for the system and used RICO to put all those men away. It was a wave of arrests at an unprecedented number. Batman couldn't have done that... Not at all. He beats up a criminal, has the cops arrest them and in no time, they're back on the streets again with the same shit happening. An endless cycle that causes the deaths of many innocent people, just because the Bat doesn't want to get his hands dirty and kill these scum. If he did, they wouldn't keep getting out and spread so much pain and suffering...
Hyeon and the D.A. had very different views on Batman, but that was okay. He believed wholeheartedly in Dent's stance on Gotham and what needs to be done, even if they couldn't agree on the flying rat. The city didn't need its citizens taking the law into their own hands when they see fit. The rules and laws are in place for a reason, no matter if everyone agrees on that or not.
If anything, Batman had made Gotham worse than it already had been. Since appearing, criminals upped their tactics and weapons. Their plans and crimes had become more extreme taking the caped crusader in mind, making it far more difficult for the police to do their jobs properly.
"...I know who and what you are-"
"...-she could move on..."
"It was the fear you brought-..."
"...Can't be falling asleep-...started!"
It was because the Batman refused to do what needed to be done that the Joker was even out in these streets, killing and destroying everything in his path. If he'd taken care of him right from the get-go, hundreds of lives would have been saved. His little brother wouldn't have died the way he did...
The recording was shoddy at best. No matter how loud the volume was turned up, there were only bits and pieces that were audible. If only Jin had kept the phone on him-maybe in a pocket-then they would know exactly what was said.
Why did the Joker target him? What was he calling Dent earlier to tell him? The Clown doesn't make house visits for just anyone...
This one was personal... That much was clear from the recording and the condition of the body. It wasn't like his usual murders. It was much more barbaric, even for the psychotic clown. Since things had gotten so out of hand, Dent and Gordon had been sharing files constantly about the maniac's long list of crimes and murders, dating back years. While some had been particularly vicious, this one topped the cake. Just what did Jin stick his nose in or find out? Why did he dare get involved with the Joker? What did he do that brought this on?
"...psychopath...wouldn't keep her safe!...ever care...like you-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY."
"Ahhh!"
"Not, ah, looking so pretty now. Hmm?.."
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Hyeon grimaced, holding his head and clenching his teeth. It was unbearable to listen, even with it cutting in and out. To hear his own little brother screaming in agony while he was being tortured to death. And that laugh... It was haunting, even he was sleeping. No one could forget a raucous noise like that, even if they wanted to. Day in and day out, he played this tape... Trying to put together the pieces of what really happened to the only family he had left.
It was only Hyeon and Jin for years... Their mother died from cancer at a young age. Five years later, their father was hit by a drunk driver. That was the reason why he worked so hard and joined the police department. To protect his brother and make the city a better place for both of them-for people like them.
Now, his little brother was gone... The last of his family in this country had been killed. Jin may have made mistakes, but he had a good heart inside. He felt sympathy for those less fortunate, tried to make people happy when they were in despair in ways Hyeon never could. The tactics he used were often flawed, but well-intended.
"Perfect!"
"HAHAHAHA!"
Closing his eyes and running a hand through his dark hair, Hyeon didn't know how much more of this he could take. It was torture to listen over and over again... Having to hear his brother's crying and last words, while that maniac laughed, enjoying and reveling in the suffering he caused.
How could someone do such a thing to another human being? How mentally unstable does a person have to become to commit such heinous acts? This "man"-beast-needed to be brought to justice.
"Why, hellooo! How are you today, Mr. Choi? I would put your brother on the phone, but he's a little tied up at the moment... Not that he would have much to say anyway. Ya know... It's rude to eavesdrop. Ya just might not like what ya hear! WAHAHAHHOAHAHAHAAAA!"
No... He needed to be ended. Even if Batman catches him by some miracle, it will only be a matter of time before he breaks out again. Something had to be done and Dent was in agreement. They would have to use any means necessary, even if it didn't go by the book.
From the bits and pieces on the recording, Jin had found out something about the Joker... Something important enough to shut him up forever-personally. Not only that, but there is a woman involved. What did this person have to do with the most heinous criminal in Gotham? Did he take on a sidekick or an accomplice? Perhaps the Joker had have some interest in this person and Jin found out? Did he have dirt on her and the clown needed her for something? What was it?
Hundreds of scenarios ran through his head, trying to fit the pieces in this grotesque puzzle...Information was power and that was what they were lacking when it came to the clown. No one knew who he really was, what he planned to do next, or what his goal even was. Where was all of this going anyway? Was there an end goal? What was the point of all these horrific crimes? Was he really just a madman trying to drive Gotham into utter madness?
Hyeon sighed, shaking his head, rewinding the tape to the beginning. He needed to find out. For Gotham... Dent... himself...and for Jin. No matter what it took, he wouldn't rest or give up, until that clown was either behind bars or preferably dead.
Sakura groaned, stepping under the warm water in the shower. Right now, she needed it more than anything. Dainty fingers worked themselves through the messy pink locks, trying to sort them out. This was going to be a nightmare to fix properly. Everything was a mess, from her hair to the pale skin covered in God-knows-what. Looking down, she grimaced at the sight, not knowing what it was or where it came from.
'Or who, more likely...'
"Ahh..." The heat felt heavenly on her sore body, washing over the aching muscles in her arms and legs. Jack was still laying against the wall when she got up to head to the bathroom. To her surprise, he didn't say anything when she left, just sitting on the carpet quietly. Usually he would have followed, barely giving her any room to herself, but this was fine. There was only so much her body could take at one time. They were both filthy, covered in sweat, blood and soot. If someone had just walked it, they probably would have assumed the couple beat the shit out of each other during sex.
"Hahaha..." The pinkette didn't know why, but she found the thought amusing. Not that she wanted that to happen... Jack never laid his hands on her before and she trusted that he wouldn't even after all the changes he's gone through. Yes, he'd wrapped his hands around her throat, but it kind of was exciting. He never squeezed hard enough to cause any damage or pain.
Feeling the soreness between her things and hips, Sakura closed her eyes, reveling in warmth trailing over her body. Despite how rough he'd been and exhausted she was, the entire ordeal felt amazing. The afterglow was still in full effect, lulling her into a haze, drifting along in a dream-like state. It was the only thing making the stress and worry of what happened earlier not come to the forefront of her mind, throwing the pinkette into an anxiety attack. Something terrible happened, that was clear from the state he'd come home in. There was no doubt that the metallic smell and crimson streaks were blood, she wasn't a moron. He killed someone, maybe more than that, but it didn't seem like things had gone exactly as he planned. If it did, he would have been in a better mood, relishing in another scheme going his way. There was no point in bringing it up. He would never say anything and try to distract her with either a movie or sex.
Sakura tried to shake it off, leaning her head back as the shower cleansed the mess along her pale skin. Black and red mixed into the water, slowly running down the drain on the floor. Concentrating on the aching parts of her body, warmth spread down her limbs, healing the sore muscles and making the dark fingerprints fade back to its original hue.
"Hah... That's better.." This gift was amazing. Little by little she was practicing with it to see how far it could reach, trying to hold it out for longer periods of time. It wasn't easy, especially without having actual wounds to use it on. Just using it to heal Jack's side and bruises had been exhausting. If she was going to be any help, she had to improve, to keep at working with it and push beyond her current level... What if he was seriously injured and couldn't save him just because of her body's limitations?
'Can't let that happen... I'll get better...'
The bathroom door slowly opened up, but Sakura already knew who it was without turning around. Grabbing the shampoo, she poured some in her hand and lathered her hair quickly. It was now or never... Better do what needed to be done before there were any distractions.
Letting the water run through her pink hair as the suds washed down the drain, her eyes flickered towards the tall silhouette through the curtain. There was no movement and he didn't say anything, just standing near the door, watching her through the sheer plastic. Teeth grazed along her bottom lip, wondering if he might be angry. He wasn't always vocal about the things that bothered him, opting to stew and glare instead of just coming out to say what was wrong. It was like a game of charades when dealing with him, trying to put everything together to figure out what it might be. That only made her more perceptive of the subtle changes and what precedes and follows them. His moods could swing drastically at the drop of a hat, without rhyme or reason to anyone observing. It might take some time, but she was getting better at this. He might not be the same Jack from before, but she would get to know him all over again just the same.
'Why was he just standing there?'
Joker was a strange man, who did very odd things. They seemed that way because no one really knew what he was thinking or trying to do. To him, everything he did was probably completely normal and reasonable in his own head. To Sakura, he was a difficult puzzle she needed to try to piece together, little by little.
After a few moments, the sound of boots knocking around and clothes rustling could be heard over the running water. Closing her eyes, Sakura tried to steady the thumping in her chest when she heard the curtain being pulled back.
Arms wrapped around the pinkette's waist from behind, moving in close. He leaned down, resting his chin against her shoulder. The hot breath against her neck sent goosebumps across the pale skin it danced over. Vibrations coming from the small tune he was humming made her bite the inside of her lip lightly, enjoying the little song.
Despite the sweet fragrances from the shampoo and soaps against the tiled wall, the smell of blood and smoke overwhelmed it. Just like all else, everything this man touched or did, he overpowered it. Whether it was people, situations, even the little things. He had a way of making an impact and leaving a lasting impression.
"Are you mad?" His deep voice made her shift on her feet, a long sigh leaving her lips to join in with the steam filling up the small space. Was she actually angry with him? Was she disappointed or questioning what kind of man he is? Was she okay with the fact that he opened fire in her apartment and shot the neighbor dead?
"Hmm... Mad as in crazy, or mad as in pissed?" The corner of her mouth curled up while he quietly mulled over her question. That should have been enough to tell him what kind of a mood she was in. There wasn't a clear answer to what he asked, especially when she didn't even know where to start to finding the right one. Would it do any good to let what happened get to her? What was going to happen if it did? If she couldn't accept it and refused to go with the punches as they came?
"Well, the first one is a given, dollface-especially if you're with me..." Looking down at the arms around her, Sakura eyed the dark marks all over the tan skin along his forearms. It was hard to look at without imagining how he received them. They weren't as bad as the ones on his chest, but still noticeable. "...Are you pissed?"
He wanted a direct answer, not satisfied with her responding to his question with another. What did he want her to say? Why did he bother asking? Was it because he genuinely cared if she was or not?
Was she pissed? Should she be? Anyone in their right mind would have screamed and probably cried, hoping to God that they weren't next. However, there was no doubt in her own mind that he wasn't going to hurt her. If he wanted to, that was a different story. Jack wouldn't do that... Joker could have, but hasn't.
'They're the same person...'
It felt strange sometimes looking back. The memory that resurfaced of Jack was different than the man nudging his head against her neck, waiting for an answer. As the Joker, he did and said whatever came to mind. The seven year gap has really done a number on him in more ways than one.
Jack was never the kind of guy who liked attention from others, usually keeping to himself. Even when they went to school together, he would sit away from everyone and do his own thing. Waiting for the bell to ring to dash out, always dragging her out with him. Never really making friends, getting into fights that others usually started, doing things that made the adults yell... He was a loner who didn't want to be bothered after being cast aside and forgotten for so long.
The Joker was different. During all the schemes and crimes he committed, the news stations noted how much he liked to show off his face... To let the world know who he was and what he did. Even going as far as taping broadcasts with his mug front and center, usually with some poor sap tied up in the background. Now instead of being alone, there were numerous henchmen and followers willing to do anything and everything he wanted or said. To the low and down trodden, he was a symbol of breaking free from the power and oppression of the elites who ran the city... That's how a few articles described it anyway...
He used to be a dirty blond boy who just wanted a quiet life to spend with someone who cared whether he existed or not... Now, he was a mastermind who demanded fear and submission from those in Gotham who originally tossed him away. All while playing games and having a grand ol' time.
They were the same people, even if they seemed different. One just melted into the other. Seven years would change anyone. He wouldn't have become like this on a whim... The things he saw and endured brought it out.
Perhaps the Joker was who Jack had really wanted to be. Someone who had it all and was noticed, after losing everything and having nothing left. Everyone in Gotham knew his face and could never forget it. Perhaps Jack needed the Joker in order to survive. Either way, they were the same man. She always had Jack's back and walked by his side, so would it be too wrong to do it for the Joker? Did that make her a bad person? Standing by, while the city was being destroyed.
'The city was destroying itself long before he came along...'
"No, I'm not..." The choice had already been made a week ago when she agreed to live for him. It wasn't like he was trying to drag her into his schemes or make her do anything terrible. He didn't treat her like one of his henchmen. In fact, he tried to keep her out of the crossfire, just like Jack would have done.
"Well then... Was I, eh..too rough with ya?" Hands ran down the pinkette's sides as she felt him shifting, looking at the pale skin he was touching. If he was looking for any marks or bruises, there weren't any to be found. He must have realized that she already healed herself from the way he sighed, giving her arms a small squueze. "Quick work, huh?"
"I... really enjoyed it. Most of it anyway...and yeah, I'm starting to get better at it." Sakura glanced at the rugged hands feeling along her waist, watching the soot and blood run down his forearms, coiling around his wrists. With rapt fascination, her eyes followed the colored trails tracing down his long calloused fingers as the warm water sprayed against them.
Joker hummed, grazing his teeth over his bottom lip when he noticed what she was doing. Nuzzling the side of his face against her neck, he reached his hands forward under the stream, letting it clean the mess off.
"Hahh. I know you're not too happy about the fat mouth next-door. He'll be cleaned up before we even get out of here..." Sakura turned her head to the side, biting on the inside of her cheek. His eyes were on her face, carefully watching her expression. "He had it coming. Always punching the wall and yelling at you... Listening to us and interrupting. Lucky I didn't do it sooner... I've been itching to for almost two weeks." He laughed, putting his hands back around her waist. The chuckle died down when there was no response. Clearing his throat, he gave the pinkette a nudge, impatiently waiting for her to say something.
He closed his eyes, moving closer to put his nose in the pink hair hanging low over her shoulder. "If you're expecting me to just act like 'good ol' Jack from The Narrows', I hate to break it to ya, but ah-that was a long time ago. People change... Some things do and other things don't." Moving his hands up her arms, he turned the pinkette around to face him. "I can do what Jack couldn't... I'm not going to pretend that I'm something else. I am who I am. It's too late to change that..."
Sakura looked up at him, her chest tightening at his tone. It was almost sad...remorseful. Almost like he would have liked to tell her otherwise, but didn't want to lie. Maybe if it was possible, he would have liked to be the person he used to be. He was right, it was too late for all that. Part of her couldn't help feeling sympathy for him...and guilt. If she had been there, he probably wouldn't have had to go through this transformation. It was all the result of this damn world we live in. Always so ruthless and unforgiving.
"I know that..." Grabbing the shampoo and putting a small amount in her palm, lathering it up. A grin spread across her face when she ran her sudsy hands through his hair. He instinctively moved to recoil, but the fingers laced through the mess on his head held on tight, trying to keep him in place. "Did you forget what I said the other day? What you asked me? What I told you?"
Running her fingertips over his scalp and massaging in the shampoo, his dark eyes closed, head lulling back and forth under her touch. A groan left his ruined lips as worked her way through the faded green hair that was starting to show its natural hue in some places.
"Hahaha... Yes. Some things do change and others really don't..." Sakura grinned, watching his reaction. No matter how much time went by, he still had the same weakness. Jack never could resist her messing with his hair.
"What?..." Something from the corner of the pinkette's eye caught her attention. Green eyes narrowed, looking from the scarred pectorals and down his marred abdomen, to his side. A large ugly dark splotch the size of a tennis racket made her gasp. Dark purple, yellow, and shades of pink mixed with red were painted across his ribs a horrifyingly painful picture for anyone to glance at.
"What the hell happened?!" Seeing the look on her face, the clown raised an eyebrow, watching the array of emotions filtering over her delicate features with interest. A grin spread across his face as he chuckled, laughing harder when she glared up at him.
"Hohahahaha!" Sakura's face screwed up in confusion, unable to grasp what was so hilarious. A hand grasped at his chest, throwing his head back and still going at it. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying her reaction, the anger and worry coming from her at the sight of his injury. "Some things really don't change, right?"
'Funny, huh?'
It didn't seem like he even remembered it was there or just didn't feel it. How was he able to toss her around the apartment the way he did with such a nasty injury? Just moving around and breathing should have been painful...to a normal person. Sucking her bottom lip in, she raised her hand toward him, poking the spot curiously with a thin index finger.
"What was that for?" Jack jumped back as soon as the finger applied any pressure. Twisting his torso, his dark eyes narrowed in on his ribs with a scowl.
"You're ribs are cracked, dummy. Didn't you feel it before?" Stepping forward with a sigh, she raised her hand over his skin. Closing her eyes, the warmth that she was becoming accustomed to spread downwards. It hadn't been long since realizing that it started from her forehead and made its way across to the other parts of the body.
A green light emanated from the tips of her fingers, dancing along the discolored skin.
"Ya know, I'm a lot smarter than your average clown. Had a lot worse than this little thing." Watching the colors fade back to the natural tan shade, he peeked down, staring at the pinkette while she worked. "You don't have to do that. Wouldn't be fun if you passed out in the shower...yet."
"Does everything have to be a joke to you? It- You know I don't like it when you get hurt. What happened?" Voice low and laced with concern, Sakura knew he could hear it. A popping sound from his rib repairing itself and getting back into place made her grimace, hoping it wasn't too painful.
"Life is one big joke, doll. If you can't laugh off the little things, then all you're left with is...madness. Things like this can happen from playing catch with your pooches. Besides, nothing rarely hurts me anymore. I just like to see you fret over me." His tongue ran up the length of his scar, holding his arms out as if unveiling the secrets of the world.
'If you can't laugh off the little things, then all you're left with...is madness?'
Sakura pondered his words, furrowing her brows as she watched him curiously inspecting his ribs. There was no way he wasn't feeling it, not after all that moving around.
'Unless he's just so used to the pain and getting banged up... With all the stunts he pulls and scars all over his body from God-knows-what, perhaps pain really isn't much of an issue anymore.'
Thinking back to the wound on his side from a few days ago, he had made a noise and facial expressions that said otherwise... He always said he didn't want her to use her ability on him.
'You don't have to do that. It wouldn't be fun if you pass out in the shower...yet.'
Knowing it was draining, he didn't want her to use it unnecessarily. That's why he didn't just come right out and show it. Using this "gift" and bandaging something up were two different things. Band aids were never exhausting...
'I just like to see you fret over me.'
Was it all an act to see what she would do? Or to get her to fawn over or sympathize with him? Even back in the day, Jack would come into her room just to get the littlest things bandaged up, even when he could clearly do it himself... He chose to go to her, because it showed him someone cared and he got the attention he secretly craved. At the end of the day, most people just want to know they matter in this world, that at least someone would be affected if they were no longer around.
"Hmhmhm..." Joker closed his eyes when she took his hand, leading him forward under the warmth of the shower. The pinkette got on her tippy toes, trying to run her hands through his hair to rinse out the shampoo, not wanting him to have to lean down like usual.
Humming a little tune, the pinkette turned away from him to grab her loofah, pouring some soap from a bottle on it. Despite the water making the soot run down his body, he was still a mess.
"Pooches my ass..." Facing him, she ran the sponge over his chest, watching the grime come off of his tan skin. A sly grin spread across his scarred mouth, knowing that the woman cleaning him wouldn't have bought that for a second.
"This...feels nice. I missed it." His head fell back when the sponge ran up his neck, carefully moving around his cheeks and forehead. The soap and spray from the water was taking it all away. All of the greasepaint, blood, and ash... Showing a different person underneath it all.
"And I missed you..." It was true. With the memories filing in one after another, it felt like the puzzle was close to being complete. It may not be the same one as before, but this one was better. Watching Jack emerged from under all the mess the Joker left on him, it almost felt like the water could wash away the last seven years. That they could just continue where they left off...
'Don't be stupid. Nothing can get rid of that... Things have changed...forever. It was meant to be this way, otherwise it wouldn't have happened. Jack or Joker, it doesn't matter. He's mine.'
A sigh left her pink lips when the last of his greasepaint was finally gone. He really was handsome, scars and all. Before that night when it happened, whenever Jack would smile or laugh, those unique dimples and grooves he had around his mouth always made her swoon. After a knife slit his face open, it was hard to tell they were ever there in the first place. It didn't matter though. No matter what happened, it was still him.
"Trust me... Not as much as I did." A dark eye peeked down at her from one of his shadowy lids, raising a brow. Always watching carefully for any reaction... Trying to read her mind from her body language and expression, like he could figure her out from that alone. Maybe he could, she had no clue what he saw through those dark orbs.
Sakura's smile faded at his words... They were a reminder of who really had it hard all this time. While she was blissfully ignorant of what was going on and living abroad, he'd been stuck here to stew in his own personal hell. Her chest tightened and felt heavy, almost like he hollowed it out and filled it with lead.
"I'm...sorry. I really am. There's nothing-"
"Sh. Shh. Shhh! Didn't say it to make ya feel bad." Putting a finger against her lips, he stopped her mid-sentence, already assuming what was going to be said. There was no point on dwelling on or feeling angry at someone for an unintended absence. He already knew happened, probably better than she did in all honesty.
Sensing the change in mood that his words caused, Joker moved closer, running his fingers along the sides of her soft face. His lip curled up into a sneer, watching in smug appreciation at the way she automatically leaned into his touch. She wasn't the one his raging anger was directed towards. None of this was her fault. Nothing can change the past, but they could still enjoy the present.
"C'mon, dollface. Don't think about that. Let's just forget it. 'Kay?"
Sakura sighed, dropping her head against his chest. He was right...but it didn't mean the guilt was gone. It would always linger, just beneath the surface.
A rough hand reached up, palming her breast. A gasp felt her surprised mouth, not expecting him to do something like that right now. She should have... Anytime a touchy subject was brought up, he always does something like this. Kneading gently, his fingers moved up to catch a hardened peak, massaging the nipple in earnest. He was trying to distract, to take her mind off the bad things that neither wanted to think about right now.
"So sorry, doll. Can't see a damn thing! Ya must have got some soap in my eyes." Running the other hand through her silky pink hair, he tilted her head, pressing his lips against hers. Sakura closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his corded, marred skin moving against hers. Despite what others thought of them, she found the rugged scars attractive on him. While most people were horrified and called him a monster, without knowing or caring what happened, she saw them as proof of him being able to get through anything. He wasn't a monster, just lived through and knew things they couldn't comprehend...
Pulling the pinkette closer, Joker stepped back, bringing her with him. Shifting quickly, he switched spots, pushing her up against the tiled wall. Breaking away from her soft lips, his breath was ragged as he stared at the tiny woman.
"Didn't get to thank you for fixing my side..." Moving in and tugging the pink locks back in his grasp, his lips kissed along her milky white throat, enjoying the racing pulse just beneath the surface.
"I, ah, wanna show you just how much I appreciate it..." Sakura shivered feeling his hot breath along her neck, the teeth nibbling and tugging on her skin. Biting her bottom lip, she closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations. He always knew exactly what to do to make her heart pound hard against her chest. It was sinful... The way he could turn her into puddy in his hands with just a single touch.
It almost wasn't fair. All it took were a few husky words or a caress and he had her in his palms. The thought of seeing him like that was exciting...
A hand ran down from her breast, slithering its way along her body. The pinkette turned her head towards him, letting out a shaky breath that she didn't know she was holding in. A groan left her lips against his skin, feeling his long fingers reach between her legs, wanting them to let him in.
Joker's eyes widened at the grip around his wrist, stopping him from going any further. His ruined lips parted, panting hard as his brow furrowed in confusion at the woman holding him back. Did he read the signs wrong?
"If you don't want me to, that's-"
Sakura pulled his wrist up, kissing it gently. Putting a slender hand on his chest, she pushed his large body back and twirled around him, switching positions. His dark eyes widened in surprised and curiosity, watching the sly grin spreading across her lips.
"Ah. Ah. Ah... My turn, Jack." Eyes stared at her wildly as she leaned forward, kissing down his scarred chest.
Even when they were younger, Jack usually was the dominate one between them when it came to anything physical... Although it wasn't him who initiated it the first time, she knew how to get her own punches in. It was just kisses and touches here and there. The two of them were just brats who didn't know what they were doing. After it started, things changed. Like lighting a leaf with a match, then watching the entire forest going up in flames.
"Sakura..." Kissing along the dark markings on his abdomen, she heard the sharp inhale, could feel the muscles contracting against her lips. A wolfish grin spread across her face as she continued, knowing it was getting to him.
The Joker wasn't the only one who could drive someone mad.
