Chapter 15

I spent the day in the bedroom where the henchman named Bongo brought me my meals. After the fiasco with Rick I didn't want to go back down there and risk him coming towards me again. When Bongo brought me dinner he also brought a few books and magazines so I could have something to do while Joker was away.

I looked up from the magazine I was currently reading and looked at the teddy bear that kept haunting my thoughts. Why did it look familiar to me and why did it affect me, it was just a normal bear after all, just the generic type that you would get from the hospital.

Hospital.

Just as those thoughts were playing into my mind I heard loud thumps and voices coming down the hall. I stood from my laying position on the bed and went to the door, having it only swing open before I could reach it. It was Joker and he was holding on to his side, blood staining the purple on his suit and gushing past the leather of his glove.

"Honey, I'm home," he said sarcastically as he kicked the door shut.

"Oh my god," I muttered.

"You're telling me; don't worry I've had much worse." He said breathing heavily and pointing to his face.

He went to the bed, taking his jacket and shirt off, until his eyes landed on the stuffed bear. He whipped around and glared.

"Where. Did. You. Get, That." He spat.

"It fell out of the closet." I said backing away.

He looked at me and lost his glare. He finished taking off his shirt and undershirt and I gasped at not only the wound, but, the large amount of scars. His entire back seemed to be crisscrossed with them and when he turned I saw that his chest leading up to his neck to going under his waistband.

"Like something you see?" he chuckled. I stopped again when I heard him do that, it was the sexiest thing I ever heard. "Now, if you're done and wouldn't mind handing me the medical kit on my desk it would be appreciated. I kinda am losing a lot of blood."

I went over to the desk and grabbed the kit while he sat on the bed and held the wound. I handed him the kit and he pulled out a needle and some medical thread. He threaded the needle and began to stitch himself up, having some difficulty. I hesitated and sat next to him and took the needle from his hands and took over giving him stitches.

He watched me with something foreign in his eyes while I tried hard not to notice his sculpted body and hurt him worse. Eventually I finished stitching his wounds and stood up and walked to the bathroom to wash his blood from my hands while he followed me and wiped the remainder of the blood from his torso using a black washcloth.

"Thank you, the angle was rather difficult to stitch." He muttered.

"You're welcome, how did that happen?" I asked as he tossed the soiled cloth into the hamper.

"Damn bat and his throwing knives." He said walking out of the bathroom into the bedroom. "I just want to sleep."

I followed him into the room and saw him put on a shirt over his head. I walked over to one of my bags and pulled out my sweatpants and tee-shirt and walked back into the bathroom. I took a quick shower and changed into my clean clothes and joined him in the room.

I noticed that he turned all the lights off except his bedside lamp. I then looked to the bed and saw that he was resting with his hands behind his head and he was staring at the cracking ceiling. I went over to the other side of the bed and grabbed my pillow and spare blanket that I asked Bongo to bring me earlier.

"Where do you think you're going?" Joker asked without looking at me. "You didn't mind sleeping with me last night, and I am not permitting you to sleep on the floor."

"I was exhausted last night and didn't know better." I retorted with a scoff. "And you can't control where I sleep; it's bad enough we're sleeping in the same room."

"You forget who I am, sweetling, I could in fact control where you sleep with some rope and expert knot-tying." He said finally looking at me. "Do you want to test me?"

"Fine, I concede." I barked out.

I went over to the opposite side of the bed and put my pillow back. I looked at the bed and back to the Joker and sighed. Of course the first time I ever shared a bed with a man it had to be him. I crawled under the covers and slid as far as I could to the side of the bed without falling off.

"I'm guessing you never shared a bed with a man before." I heard Joker ask.

"Not unless you count my gay best friend." I muttered, I heard him chuckle again.

"No, he doesn't count. Now sleep, you got away from associating with my men for too long, you will be by my side all day tomorrow." He said rolling to his side and turned off the lamp.

I fell asleep quickly, surprisingly not minding what he just said.

****Joker's POV****

I looked down at the snuggling woman on my chest. Her curls seemed to try to ensnare my upper torso and my face and her breath warmed my chest. I have always been somewhat of a light sleeper so when I felt this beautiful creature roll over to my side of the bed and latch on to me like a small child with their favorite stuffed toy, I awoke.

I sighed and wrapped my arm around her torso, this causing her to snuggle deeper in my side. I thought back to what we said before we both fell asleep and was surprised to find that she was still pure in every way. I'm not saying that I myself am a saint having slept with many women over the years, always in the dark and absolutely no face touching. I looked back down to Misha and let a small smile grace my features.

At first it was about corrupting Gotham's princess, but now it had so much more meaning behind it. I fell asleep with her at my side, exactly where she belongs now and where she always meant to be.

AN: I know its short but, I figured I owed you all a little fluff. :)