Disclaimer: I don't own any off these crazy batman characters. Itsss a little slow, hence the updating two chapters in one day. :]
The Joker cleaned up his medical mess. Eve was still tied to the bed, her wrists and ankles sore from her thrashing. As she heard him wash his implements, she admired his work on her wrist. The way he stitched her was almost... flawless. She wondered about his scars. He broke through her thoughts by unbuckling the belts on her ankles. She didn't even see him come back in.
"You did a great job." she said to him. Why the hell was she really complimenting some stitches? More garbage just kept spilling out of her mouth. "Thank you." No, not thank you, let me go home, she thought to herself. Then she thought about her loss, and really didn't want to go back home.
He ignored her and climbed on top of her again. This time her body didn't stiffen, and the uneasiness in her stomach was missing. He unbuckled her wrist and crawled off of her. Ending the awkward moment by sitting next to her while she sprawled herself out and stretched her limbs.
"Why don't you have your make up on?" Eve asked, she had so many questions for this murderer. This criminal, this maniac, this man who...saved her life.
"Self image isn't thatuh importantuh to me. I don't need make up when I'm here." He licked his lips and kicked his shoes off. Was he making a joke? She asked herself.
Eve took a look around the room one more time and realized that this was in fact his room. A minute or two after that she looked down at herself. She was dirty. Her hair was a ratted mess, and her hands were encrusted with dirt and blood. She wanted a shower. "Can I uh...Shower?" she laughed a little to herself, feeling like a child because she had to ask. The Jokers eyes opened a little wider at the sound of her laughing, but he still wasn't looking at her. He just opened his hand towards the bathroom in a welcoming gesture. Eve let out a sigh and jumped off the bed, all but running for just a shower.
Closing herself in the bathroom, she turned the water on and let it heat up while slowly peeling off her clothes. There was a wall length mirror on one the door and she walked over to it to examine her naked body. She wasn't really bruised anywhere but her face, hands, and legs. Her hair really was a mess. After deciding she couldn't stand the sight of herself anymore, she climbed into the tub and let the water sooth every ache and burn she had. He had soap and hair care products -which shocked her- but she used them anyways. She was careful of her newly stitched wrist and tried as hard as she could not to get it wet. After finishing up what felt like an hour long shower, she turned the water off and peeked outside the curtain, to find a towel, and some fresh clothes folded on the toilet for her. Weird, she didn't hear him come in. As she dried off, she looked at the clothes -a pair of shorts, some undergarments, and a tank top- and realized, they were hers, from her house. He went to her house and brought her clothes? Eve put them on and shook her hair out in the towel. When she went back in the bedroom, Joker was across the room at the closet, standing with his back facing her, scantily clad in just his boxers.
Eve cleared her throat to get his attention, when he turned around she gasped a little and backed up into the wall.
He slowly made his way toward her and a million thoughts raced through her head. He looked...normal. From across the room his scars weren't visible, he was beautiful in fact. When he reached her he put his hands up on the wall around her and breathed in her smell. " You smell so...good." She held perfectly still while he looked her up and down. He took a hand off the wall and slowly attached it to her waist. She flinched, but didn't dare try to move away. He moved his hand up her side and never took his eyes off of her lips. When he reached her neck, he tenderly caressed her, rubbing his thumb on her cheek. Their faces were not but two inches from each other, like when he had straddled her earlier. A part of her resisted this sick game. Another part wanted more. He didn't look like the insane man that was plastered all over the news. A knock on the door interrupted this moment.
"What?" He grumbled in one of the most vicious tones she had heard come from him yet.
"Uh boss, the men want to know when we can go get supplies."
Eve wanted to laugh at how afraid the man behind the door sounded. Joker dropped his hands, sighed and walked over to his pants that were on the floor. After fishing through his pockets he grabbed a wad of bills, complete with a money band around it. Not letting the scared man in, he threw the bills at him and shut the door in his face.
He didn't walk back over to her, and half of Eve was disappointed. She yawned. Slowly, she made her way to the bed ,crawled to the side closest to the wall and shifted her way under the blankets. Since she had to way to tell what time it was or what day it might have been, she let the power of sleep over take her body.
When Eve woke up, it seemed as though time hadn't gone by at all. She was sweating, and her heart pounding. A curious Joker sat up on the side of her, staring down. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and exhaled a long breathe.
"I had a nightmare." she sighed looking up at him. He nodded, although it didn't seem sincere. Then she realized who she was talking to. The room was dark, and all that was lit was white noise on the TV.
After a few minutes of silence, he leaned back, so he was laying on the side of her. Joker put his arm around her neck and pulled her to him, so that her head was laying on his chest. Slowly, he started stroking her hair. She could hear him licking his lips. "You know, beautiful, the best part aboutuh bad dreams is that they aren't real. Sleep, you'll need it for tomorrow."
After a few more strokes Eve fell back asleep, nightmare-less.
