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"Hey!" she shouted as she walked towards the tall figure.
"Do you know –
She paused and blinked. She knew what she was going to say but couldn't stop her mouth from moving.
"-where we are?" she asked. The faceless figure stared at her as the sky grew darker. She hadn't noticed that there were no stars.
"It's nighttime" she murmured to herself. She suddenly looked down at her feet.
They were stuck. She looked down where her legs were submerged into mud and struggled to lift one of them. She failed. She tried again, turning to the motionless figure in front of her.
She had done this before.
"Help me!" she shouted as she was suddenly felt moisture up to her waist. She heard water coming from all around her and as the first droplet touched her skin, a bone shuttering scream left her mouth. She could feel her entire body burning up as the water enveloped her completely. She turned up to the figure which was now on its knees, leaning over her.
And suddenly, it was quiet. She could no longer feel, she could no longer see, she didn't even remember where she was. All she heard was a little whisper.
"I won't leave"
She woke up almost sweating with heat. She was immediately met with a sweet scent in her nostrils and she pulled back for a moment, suddenly oblivious as to where she was.
She looked up and saw the sleeping man up close. His hand was under her shirt on her back and around her waist as he was pressing her hard against him. He had his legs entangled with hers and had to move back a notch in order to breath. After a moment, she realized that her own hand was on his neck with her thumb resting on his jawline. She removed it slowly and tried to push him away, slowly enough in order not to wake him but hard enough to make him move.
After a moment, he shifted and wrapped his hand even tighter around her as he rested on his back, rolling her on top of him. She gasped and looked at him, half expecting him to be awake. But he was not. He was fast asleep.
She rested her chin on his chest involuntarily as she observed his makeup free face. He had strong, beautiful features and she had to admit he was quite handsome. Despite those gruesome scars on his cheeks, he seemed the kind of guy that had all sorts of fun with women in the past. How he came to be the Joker was beyond her. From what she had read, he was a crazy maniac who just wanted to watch the world burn. And she had fallen for him apparently.
She knew this was odd. And even though she couldn't remember a single thing about him, not even that he had killed her sister, she had to admit that it felt nice to have his hands on her body. She only technically knew him for about a day or so and still she could tell, even if she didn't remember, that he knew her well. The way that he would answer her without even questioning if that was what she meant, only showed her that he understood her. And that frightened her.
You've never looked at me the way other people do and I just, I need to hold on to that if I'm not gonna lose my mind.
She heard the words in her mind spinning as the image of a dark room filled her head. There was someone else there talking to her. Behind her.
She inhaled deeply as a sudden piercing headache hit her. She pushed away from him slowly, finally releasing her body from his grasp and sat up. She closed her eyes and rubbed the sides of her head until the pain died down.
She heard a sharp intake of air behind her and she whirled around. She saw his panicked eyes land to the empty bed beside him before he turned his attention to her. His features relaxed as he put on his mask of indifference and sat up on his elbows.
"What's the matter?"
She shook her head as if to say that everything was fine and lied back down. She lied on her side and faced the wall as she heard him move closer.
"Bad dream?" he asked quietly. She shook her head and closed her eyes, hoping that he would drop it.
"Memory?" he asked again. She sighed and rolled on her back, staring at the ceiling. She could see him staring down at her from the corner of her eye but she didn't meet his gaze. She didn't even know why she did that rather than just lying and saying no.
She closed her eyes nervously as he placed a hand on her stomach and pulled her closer to him. She felt like a ragdoll by how easily he moved her body to his liking. He was now clearly in her line of vision on top of her and she felt her cheeks blushing for a second. He crooked his head to the side and stared at her with an unexplained expression on his face before kissing her unexpectedly. She stayed there for a moment dumbfounded, before her eyes closed on their own.
What are you doing? She thought to herself wildly before she felt her own lips responding to him urgently. A low growl left the depths of his throat as he deepened the kiss, cupping her face with his hand.
Stop. She thought again as she pushed herself up, still kissing him, as if she could force more contact between them. His hands left her face suddenly as she sat up with her hand in his hair, as if in complete shock by her. She kept kissing him passionately as he lied back down while she climbed on top of him with her legs on each side of his hips. He stayed there stunned as her body moved on top of him, yearning for his touch before she felt him smirk against her lips.
Finally, his hand squeezed her thighs as he lifted himself up, deepening the kiss once more. He pulled her closer to him roughly and his hands roamed her back and squeezed her ass softly. He broke the kiss, only to attack her neck, placing soft wet kisses on her burning skin. She closed her eyes and ran a hand on his naked torso as her fingers ran across something rough. She paid it no mind, too lost and too hot to pay attention to any imperfections on his skin as he licked her torso with quiet moans.
He seemed to her as if he was trying not to break her. She could feel his muscles flexing and almost shaking under her fingers but he kept moving slowly. He lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it, grabbing her waist and pulling her towards his enlarged member as her bare skin connected with his chest. She let out a gasp of pleasure as he ran his tongue down her torso and found her exposed breasts. She closed her eyes as his hands caressed her thighs and moved up to the skin of her arms.
Her eyes flew open.
She blinked and looked down as his fingers ran across her scarred flesh. She suddenly felt unbearable heat, as if someone was holding a candle next to her. only this candle was all over her. on her neck on her arms on her stomach. Everywhere. She was burning.
She jerked away and gasped as she tried to get off him. Suddenly, she remembered where she was.
What the hell was she doing? Was she about to have sex with him? Really?
He resisted for a moment until, finally, he almost pushed her off of him with a growl and sat up. She covered herself up with the sheets as she panted in fear while he put his feet on the floor and let his head hang. He was breathing hard and his muscles were tense under his white flesh. She stared at his back as her breathing returned to normal. What had she done?
He stood up abruptly, running a hand through his hair. He grabbed a black t-shirt and a pair of pants and shoes before storming out of the room, leaving her half naked and alone.
He drove aimlessly in the night with the cigarette in his hand. Being soft with her was something that he had grown used to even before her death. Fine. He couldn't hurt her anymore and she used to know that.
What he couldn't stand though was the blue balls that she had just given him. He had left the room so quickly in a desperate attempt not to fuck her to death as raping was never in his bucket list.
At least he got something out of it.
When he kissed her, he wanted to see if she would remember anything. Obviously she didn't, but her body did. For good.
If she had remembered all the way it would have been better.
How pathetic was he? He was supposed to be snooping around the city placing bombs and messing with the pigs down at GCPD not ran helpless behind a little girl.
Oh but it was his girl. His Mia. Back from the dead. And she wanted him. When he woke up and didn't find her lying next to him, he thought for a moment that he had dreamt the whole thing until he saw her almost crying on the bed. And she had turned to him when he asked her what was wrong. She wanted to talk to him even if she didn't know it yet.
He tossed the cigarette out the window, suddenly angry. How could she?
She forgot all about them. He had opened up to her and was not planning on doing it twice. All those things she knew were now gone. Vanished. Just because she had forgotten everything.
He parked the van outside the warehouse just as the sun was rising and paused as he got out.
The hooded figure turned towards him giving him a huge smile.
"Ahh.. you made it" he said as he approached the girl apathetically.
"Puddin?" she giggled as he came close to her.