Disclaimer: Since I haven't updated in a day or so, this is an extra long chapter. :] I really couldn't just stop this one anywhere and throw it into to, so I hope you enjoy! 3 my readers.

Following the kiss, Joker grabbed her hand and started walking, not giving her a chance to speak. Eve brought her free hand to her mouth, and lightly touched her lips, which still tingled. As they headed down the stairs, he stopped her a few times and held a finger over his lips to shush her heavy breathing. Did nothing phase this guy? She thought to herself while they were waiting for some SWAT members to run out of the building. Finally, they ran out of the building, and into the night. The cool air slapped Eve in the face, but it soothed her. The after effect of their kiss lingered over her, still making her feel warm.

Joker let go of her hand and jumped up and down a few times, laughing uncontrollably. Near the van lay a black figure, so Eve curiously made her way over to it, before she reached it Joker ran over and jumped on it, he was still laughing. After kicking the body, he skipped his way over to her and grabbed her face in a vice grip.

"Ahh," she groaned, as the pain shot through her.

He smiled at her, the moonlight bouncing off his face, which was messed up so bad it was just smudges of blood and makeup. "I love it when a date goes this smoothly. We might not have had dinner, but the free show was fantastic!" he giggled through his lips and let her go, walking towards the van.

Eve rubbed her jaw and looked around. His back was turned to her, and it seemed as though they were alone She watched him get into the back of the van and decided if she ever had a chance to leave, this was it. She turned around and started running into the dark of the night. Eve ran as fast as she possibly could and when she looked back to check if he noticed she crashed into something hard and flew back, falling on her bottom. When she looked up, it was a masked henchmen, shaking his head.

"Where are you going ,bitch? Didn't the Joker explain to you what happens if you leave?" the henchmen laughed and flashed his gun in her face. "Get up." he demanded pointing the gun at her head.

Eve put her hands up and stood up. She started walking backwards the way she came when she bumped into something else. Whoever it was grabbed her hands and held them behind her back. She felt him next to her ear. "Too bad, bunny, I didn't want to do this." The Joker was tying a chord around her wrists and Eve let out a cry. Her left wrist burned almost worse then when he ripped her stitches open with his pocket knife.

"I'm sorry!" she let out while he pushed her towards the van.

"Save your 'sorry' for the someone who really cares." He didn't sound happy. A henchmen opened the door for him and he pushed her in with such force that she landed on her chest and hit her head on the floor. When he closed the door they started moving.

"Ahh fuck..." she seethed.

The Joker pulled her hair and yanked her up towards him. " I didn't think you would do something like thatuh." he grumbled in her ear.

"I just-"

He started mocking her before she finished. "Oh I just wanted to go home, I just wanted, wanted, wanted!" He yelled at her.

"Why do you need me around?" She cried, looking at the floor, but leaning back on him since he pulled her there.

Slowly his arms came around the front of her body. His hands landed on her lower stomach and Eve gasped at the gentle touch. She felt his head rest on top of hers and heard him sigh. "It's not that I need you, it's just that I don't want you to leave. Maybe I just want to show you what the world is really like."

"Oh..." was all she could muster up and exhaled, relaxing her body. He took one of his hands off of her, and she realized that he had been holding where the baby was. Instantly her eyes teared up but she shook them off. She felt him fussing with her hands and He untied her. She crawled around to face him trying to hold steady while the van sped up. As they stared at each other in silence for a few minutes Eve asked herself some questions silently. Was he really trying to help her? She felt like he wanted her around, but he was so bi-polar she had no idea. Was he touching her there for a reason? For a second, she saw understanding in his eyes and jumped on him, wrapping her arms around his neck and straddling him. She had no idea what he wanted from her, but for now, she had nothing else to lose. Eve decided she was going to play his game. "I'm sorry," she whispered in his ear as he put his hands on her hips. He held her in a firm grip as the van moved, and slowly moved his hands lower, grabbing her. She ignored the sexual contact and pulled away for a moment and saw that he was looking at her strange. "What's wrong?" she asked him, tossing her hair over one of her shoulders.

Joker shook his head and brought a hand behind her neck. Keeping one strategically placed on her rear. "You know, I don't lie when I call you beautiful." His hand tightened around her neck and pulled her down to his face with force.

Eve held her breath as he licked his lips and glared at her. She slowly brought her hand to his cheek and rubbed his one of his scars with her thumb. She rubbed it lightly, but some of his face paint still came off on her finger. They held each other for a minute longer before the van came to a slow stop. When Eve tried moving off of him so they could get out, he held her down. The driver left the car, not looking back at them.

In a swift move Joker pushed her back and climbed on top of her, grabbing her right wrist with one hand and holding it steadily above her head. He used his other hand to push her thighs apart so he could maneuver his way between them. Eve didn't like where this was going, but refused to try and move. Her body gave in to him when her mind just didn't want any part of it. On the inside she was crying, the fresh pain of her loss a thick reminder in her head. As the Joker leaned down to press his lips to hers, she brought her hand to his face and whispered, "I can't."

Joker looked...heartbroken, Eve thought to herself as he let her go and slowly made his way out of the van. She crawled to the door and he held his hand out for her. She took it and without letting it go they walked hand in hand back towards the bedroom. As they made their way around the asylum henchmen were drinking, partying, and celebrating their 'win'. Eve wanted to laugh like they were, and be happy. When they made it back to the bedroom she took her jacket and boots off and climbed into the bed, sitting on the edge. It had to be late in the night, or early in the morning but she wasn't tired. She watched the Joker walk over to his closet and took his jacket and vest off, putting them so neatly on a hanger. She wanted to laugh at this interaction. He was nuts, she thought, he puts make up on but makes sure his jackets are neatly in the closet? When he turned around he had two bottles in his hand. One was whiskey. One was rum.

"What are those for?" Eve asked. He handed the bottle of whiskey, Jack Daniels, to her and she just stared.

"Celebration." Joker growled sitting on the side of her. He popped the rum open and took a swig.

"I've never had this."

"You might just remember the passed couple of days if you do. You know I don't know why you've held back from drinking. What's the pointuh of having life if you won't live it to the fullest?" he asked taking another swig of the rum. He had a point, she thought.

Eve opened the bottle and smelled the rim. Ugh, it was disgusting and strong. Slowly she brought the bottle to her lips and swallowed a small amount. It had a warm burning sensation as it hit the back of her throat, but the taste wasn't as bad as she thought. "It's not that bad."

Joker put his bottle down on the floor and walked to the bathroom. She heard the sink go on and off and he appeared next to her with a wet face cloth in his hand. He wiped off what was left of his make up, taking his time and threw the face cloth in the corner on a pile of clothes. While Eve watched him she kept sipping the whiskey, taking bigger sip after bigger sip. It went down easier after the first few times. Before she knew it a quarter of the bottle was gone. When she looked up at him again, her head was spinning a little. She realized she hadn't drank or eaten anything since she had come-to, and who knows about the days before.

"Am I supposed to feel this...dizzy?" She asked standing up.

"Well, you're not supposed to drink it that fastuh." he laughed at her and grabbed the bottle out of her hand, putting it on the floor while he grabbed the rum and starting drinking it again.

"Ugh, I want to go for a walk, it's hot in here." She mumbled holding out her hand. Joker tried grabbing it and she pushed it away. "No...Jack."

His eyes opened a little and answered, "Yes?"

"No, not Joker I said-" she gasped and put her hand over her mouth. "Jack."

Joker realized his mistake and gave her the bottle before she started asking questions. She put it back down on the floor after taking a few large gulps, stumbling over and finally sitting down on the ground. The bottle was halfway empty, and his was almost there. She looked up at him and genuinely smiled. "You have a name. It's Jack. Just like my favorite drink." she laughed and leaned over to rest her head on his thigh. "Can you help me up?" she outstretched her arms like a kid.

He put his bottle back down and stood up, grabbing her arms and scooped her up to him, like it was nothing. She fell into him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're so warm and strong." she moaned into his chest.

"No more for you little bunny," he laughed and settled her onto the bed. When he tried to move away she pulled him to her.

"No stay. You're hot, and I'm cold." she said hoarsely into his ear. He didn't reply thinking it was just the alcohol talking through her. "I'm not lying, I want you here." she said after it had been silent for some time.

"You don't want me to stay, you're drunk." he growled in her ear.

"I love, when your voice gets all low like that," she said in a low, seductive tone that he couldn't resist. Slowly Joker made his way onto the bed and she crawled up next to him. "There's to much between us." she whispered before getting on her knees and looking over him. She smiled at him, trying to read him, but she didn't honestly care. Her hair fell to one side and she put her hands on his chest to steady herself, and to start unbuttoning his shirt.

"Wha-"

"Just let do this, okay?" She laughed at him, feeling dumb, but continuing her process of taking his shirt. When she finally took it off of him, she got off the bed, with it still in her hands and headed to the bathroom.

A minute or two after she came out of the bathroom and the Joker let out a whistle. She had on her knee high socks from the boots, and what looked like just his shirt.

"Well hello, beautiful" He smiled a her from the bed.