She knew what that meant and despite her desire to keep this set up from turning violent, Eva tried to take him off the landlord's scent "I think he'll fix it this week."
He twirled a strand of hair around his finger "Trying to protect him?"
"No."
He pulled at her hair, her eyebrows twitched in response to the pain. Eva knew this was a warning "You know…"
He pulled harder "Daddy doesn't like liars."
Gritting her teeth, Eva muttered "I hate that sleazy bastard, but I need him to fix my door."
She glanced up at him "I don't want you to waste your resources…"
Fighting the urge to puke, Eva smiled up at him "On fixing a door."
She could do this, sitting up she reached her free hand out and brought him towards her. She pressed her lips to his. Jesus fucking Christ, he was literally growling. Quelling a shudder, Eva imagined that she wasn't making out with the Joker, it was just the cute guy who worked at her favorite café. When Joker bit down on her lip, it hurt enough for Eva to pull away. Her fingernails dug into the upholstery of the couch, but she forced a look of adoration and innocence.
Joker's eyes were half lidded, and he seemed very pleased with the turn of events "Mmm, careful."
Chuckling, she managed to maneuver her way off of him. By some miracle, he didn't try to pull her back "I'll get you some more wine."
He turned to watch her go, as if he was waiting to catch her façade as it slipped and shattered. Luckily, Eva managed mask her body language and he couldn't see her face with her back to him. It was contorted into a look of pure disgust, which was directed more at herself than him. She couldn't believe that she had willingly swapped saliva with him, but she knew that her psyche couldn't handle another death because she ran her mouth.
Making it into the kitchen, she found the bottle that Joker had helped himself to. It was half gone much to her chagrin. It was a Dominus Napa Valley Red 2013, and it had been priced at little over $200. Not only that, but it had been gift from when she opened her shop and she had been saving it for some unknown special occasion. Fighting the urge to growl and possibly throw Joker's lip stained glass across the kitchen, Eva filled it. With a shrug, she pressed the bottle to her lips and took a very long sip, it had been a good wine. The bottle read "Composed of 89% Cabernet Sauvignon, 7% Petit Verdot and 4% Cabernet Franc." Not bad, she could feel the caress of the crème de cassis, a subtle bite of blackberry, and quite possibly, a sweet hint of tobacco. It would have been a great wine to toast the unknown special occasion. Polishing it off, Eva placed the empty bottle under her sink. One of the most expensive non necessities she owned, gone.
Taking a deep calming breath, and numbed by the wine, Eva went back to the couch. Joker held out his hand, and Eva placed the glass there. He brought it to his lips, and hummed his enjoyment. Gritting her teeth, Eva's eyes jumped the decorative paperweight that sat on the end table. The thought of beating the shit out of him with it was incredibly tempting. Although, she doubted she could get her fingers within inches of it before Joker defended himself and then turned the defending into full blown assault. Lost in thought, Eva didn't notice that Joker had turned around to look at her "What're you thinking about sweetheart?"
She met his gaze, it was incredibly disturbing how his eyes went from 50 shades of murderous nut to curious and childlike. It made the hairs on the back of Eva's neck stand at attention "I was thinking about how you'd look with that paperweight in your skull."
This seemed to amuse him, he slapped the couch and laughed "That's what I like about you Eva…"
He snatched her arm and pulled her down to his level "You're so blunt!"
She didn't fight back, or even look away "Your violent tendencies are so delightful, so natural!"
Tapping the tip of her nose with his pointer finger, he chuckled "I knew I saw potential when you let the animal out, I didn't have to tell you how to do anything. You just did it!"