Eva stayed on the couch for the rest of the day and the ill desire to move resulted in her passing out. Somehow, she had managed to have achieved a dreamless sleep. When she woke up, the glow of the street lights streamed through her window. Her body still ached, but it had dulled in the few hours she had slept. The TV still hummed in the background and glowed eerily against her back. That was when she felt a foreign warmth where her cheek rested.

Feeling something gentle brush against her scalp and playing with her hair. It was comforting, for a brief moment the sensation was welcomed. It took a moment for Eva to process exactly what was happening and when she did, her eyes snapped open. Her head had been made to rest in someone's lap. It didn't take long for her to deduce who it was, the insanely pale skin that peaked out from the low buttoned shirt, gave it away. Taking a deep and calming breath, Eva incline her head and looked up at him "How did you get in here?"

His pale eyes glinted with the flashing on the TV. When he smiled, it stirred chills, as if someone cut open her back and laid ice out on her naked spine. He reached for her bruised cheek. Eva flinched away, expecting one of his slaps. Instead, his fingers were gentle. He did not even press the bruise enough to make it hurt, his fingers were actually cold enough to act as compress to dull the ache "I'm the Joker sweetheart, I go where I like."

Looking back at the TV, he went back to stroking her hair "Your door… It's a piece of shit by the way."

Everything in her screamed that she get out of this position, but the other half was afraid of the consequences "Yeah"

She let her eyes drop from his face, though the alternative wasn't any better "You should get it fixed—"

He started to chuckle, the action jostled Eva little, her breathing quickened. Joker looked down at her, his teeth glittering like sharp cuts of glass "Hehe, there's a lot of crazies out there, who…"

He leaned in towards her, she could smell his breath. In that moment, Eva swore up and down that she caught the scent of his metal teeth "Who don't have your best interests at heart"

Like he did? Eva hands balled into fists, and her fingernails bit into her palms. Joker looked back at the TV, his free hand reached towards the end table and he brought a glass of wine to his lips. The asshole just helped himself to Eva's stash! She looked back at his torso, hoping the anger in her eyes was enough to burn holes in his skin. Naturally, it did nothing of the sort. Joker smacked his lips, loudly savoring the wine. He put it back on the table and continued to play with Eva's hair. His fingers hit the spot where Carl's teeth had hit, Eva flinched and tried to sit up. Joker placed his hand on her neck "Ah ta ta…. Stay put."

He loved her like this. How she fought him at every turn. Her body would shake with anger, fear was rarely the first response with her. When it was, it would shape into rage and she would snap at him like a cornered animal, and whenever she snapped there would always be a retreat. Little Eva would submit and do as she was told. Self-preservation was beautiful on her.

Joker felt her pulse shiver along her neck, with every beat it went faster and faster. His fingers dug at the holes on her head, she bowed her head and kept in the urge to scream. Her stifled breath tickled as it played across the exposed part of his torso. He pressed harder into the injury and left it like that for a solid minute, until he relinquished. Eva breathed deep, and he felt her heart beat run steady at subdued panic. Smirking, he took her chin and forced her to look up at him "Now, who has your best interests—"

Incredible, he could see himself in those eyes. The way the light hit them caused a reflection in the tears that were beginning to pool. He leaned in, and pressed his lips to both her eyes. Leaving behind twin red stains on the lids "At heart?"

The anger exuded off of her. Causing the flecks of yellow in her eyes to leap forward and the olive green to darken and cloud into something close to black. But it relapsed, she looked down and set her head on his lap "You."

He stroked her cheek and took up his glass on wine, he chuckled as he sipped "Good girl."

The TV continued to hum, sounded like cartoons. Eva didn't dare move or even turn her head "Talk to your landlord about that door."

Eva didn't bother looking up "I have."

He swirled the wine in his glass "Oh, have you?"

She nodded "I hate that door, landlord knows about it."

Feeling his muscles tighten, she looked up and realized that she shouldn't have said anything "Well, don't fret."

He polished off his wine, he licked his lips and stared at her, smile on his face "Daddy'll take care of it."