Pressing his forehead to hers, Joker locked eyes with her. His gaze seemed so intense, yet it asked for nothing but submission. Eva looked back, almost lethargic. He pecked her nose, leaving a small trace of red behind "Had you figure for the twisted…"

His thumb pressed hard against the decade old scar "It's a—a gift, the second I laid eyes on you…."

He tapped his nose "I knew you were, damaged."

Eva did not look away from him, but instead set her gaze "Everyone's damaged."

Smirking, he shook his head "Ah, but so many just submit, they shatter with no… Bravado! You? When you finally break?

He pressed his lips to the scar and whispered "It'll be like a bomb going off in a church. Everyone screaming to God why he did nothing, the singed corpses of children and old crones scattering the pulpit. The preacher, screaming while blood gushes out of his ears…When you break, you'll tear through everything and everyone."

Eva shivered at his words, at this point she could no longer differentiate between that being a feeling of the negative or the positive. Yet, she found herself unable to smirk or sneer, she could only stare at the wall over his shoulder. Her mind a blank as her fingers clawed for a second. His breath tickled along her neck, teeth grazed the skin, then he bit down hard and fast. Eva flinched but otherwise, didn't move. Remaining perfectly still, her mind picked up where it had derailed. She had never felt so light up until now, for so many years she had lugged that secret around on her shoulders. Not daring to tell anyone, even Marni, for fear of losing everything she had come to gain in her life. It had weighed like 100 cinder blocks on her shoulders. All that had vanished, she had never told anyone what she had done, and Joker had accepted it, even suspected it. It did not bother him, or make him hate her. If anything, it excited him. In this moment, Eva felt a cool wave of relief crash over her. It rocked her this way and that, the feeling was so foreign, it scared her.

Slowly, she relaxed. Every muscle came undone with this single thought 'maybe he understood.' Feeling the knots of her body give, Joker smiled to himself. Giving her cheek a stroke, and planting his red lips to her forehead. His lips trailed down, until they rested on hers. He growled and took control, without a thought of a care in the world, Eva rode that feeling of lightness into the void. In that moment, her will and defiance came crashing down.

It had been a long night, composed on so many things that Eva would wake to be ashamed of. Somehow they had moved from the living room floor into her bedroom. When the sun flecked its way through the mangled curtains of Eva's bedroom, the beams winked at the crescent scars that dotted her skin like warped freckles. The light revealed the angry red claw marks that graced the length of body, and then rested on the teeth marks and vicious hickeys that charted a course from her legs to her inner thighs. The overall soreness was what caused Eva to stir, the feeling of heat on her cheek was what made her open her eyes. They widened to the size of plates when she took in the pale torso of her bed fellow. Slowly, she turned her head and held back the urge to scream. In her sleep, she had forgotten, but awake she could recall every single vivid detail. The brutalization, the hits to the face, the way he rode her raw and to eventual tears. What stirred the urge to puke was the fact that she loved every minute of it.

What was insane was the fact that he looked so human right now. She had never thought this raging narcissistic psychopath, needed sleep. The thought never occurred to her. His chest rose and fell gently beneath her cheek. Eva took note of the tight grip he had, his arm was wrapped possessively about her, his fingers splayed on her lower back. She made an attempt to pull away but found that would involve wrenching it out from under him. For the time being, she was stuck, at least until he woke up. Eva was just about to give into the fact that she was a prisoner in her own bed when her alarm went off. Disrupting the panicked quiet of the room.

"Beat her, mistreat her. Do anything you want to. Bite her, excite her…"

The song played on for a bit, Eva felt her face redden. Last week she had changed her alarm to Iron Maiden because Queen wasn't cutting it on waking her up…. Her phone had been set on random. An incredibly fucked up coincidence. "Make her get down on her knees!"

She couldn't reach her phone to shut off the degrading lyrics. "Abuse her, misuse her!"

Quiet tears started to wet her eyes, what the fuck had she been thinking!? 'Oh right,' Eva thought, 'I wasn't thinking!' That was when she heard and felt a rumble reverberate from his chest. Her eyes swiveled when his fingers laced into her hair and forced her to look up at him. His teeth glittered horribly in the sunlight as he smiled down at her. He dragged her up from his chest, his eyes taking in her every angle. It was there that Eva realized that she didn't even have a bra on. The tears began their decent as he continued to yank at her hair at the roots until she sat astride his stomach. "She can take all that you've got!"

He sat up a little, his eyes locked on hers. Eva's heart went seemed to burst from her chest. "Caress her, molest her!"

His mouth descended on her chest, the cold metal felt like solid clamps on her skin. "No."

Smirking, he continued his vicious explorations, gyrating his hips for friction. Her mind was set on telling him to stop, but her body was at a loss. He was fucking with her, both mentally and physically. "She always does what you want…."

The song fell into a long guitar solo, and Eva realized with those lyrics and the betrayal of her body, she was losing her grip on everything that she had prided herself in. Her independence, her self-control, her fucking sense of reality. It was slowly disintegrating in the span of a single night where she couldn't keep herself from feeling vulnerable. She was in every sense of the word, fucked.

(Author's Note: So, I'm sure some of you are a bit upset that I did not include a long detailed description of Joker and Eva's sexual interactions…. I made this choice because there is risk of over-romanticizing the interactions. I will say, that yes, the sex was good, but it wasn't done with the action of love, more as a tool of control.)