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"Now that's better," she smiled from the doorway, her red hair falling over the front of her face. "Does Mr. Joker like this little outfit?" she asked walking towards the bed, and stumbling, falling onto her knees. Joker jumped off the bed to help her up and she started laughing when he crouched down to her level. "You know, I feeeeeeel like an idiot." she slurred and laughed some more. Instead of helping her up he sat on the floor next to her.

"Don't talk like that. You're not." he said to her, twiddling his thumbs.

"Since when are you a good spirit?" she asked looking at him. He stayed facing foreword and didn't answer. " All you're really after is Gothamssssaahh soul. I don't mean to sound like an asshole, but come on man, you tell me I'm not living. How am I not living when you could've taken my life any of thessssse days? I'm doing the best I can. I don't even remember! I'm still alive though, i've survived these few days. I lost my best friend, and my child within two weeks, I was kidnapped by you, but almost raped by someone else, and the only wound i've come out with is this stupid sliced wrist. Oh well, a part of me thinks that it's... well it's you whose helped me realize where I am..." She looked down at her hands. "Thank you. I don't think I would really be alive without you."

The Joker hit his head against the wall he was leaning on. "Alright little one, bed time. I've got some work to deal with tomorrow, if everything went...well." he sighed and got up, holding his hand out for her.

Eve grabbed his hand and he hoisted her up with so much force she fell on him. They stumbled back onto the bed, Eve on top of him. "I'm not tired." she whined into his chest. Joker grabbed her and pulled her up fully onto the bed, she laid out on the side of him smiling.

"No, but you're drunk, and you shouldn't be." he groaned.

Eve groaned back at him. "Ohhhh," she started giggling. "You sound so annngry...but you aren't so angry when you're with me. I think this is the perrrrfect place for us. A nice big...mental asylum. I belong here. Thinking I could start a family by myssself. I'm fucking stupid." Her laughing turned into a frown.

"The world is a scary place, Evangeline. You're ahead of the curve though, you're a smart girl. I like that."

"I like you, and how you know my name,and the fact that you gave me that stuff. I feel so much..." she yawned bringing her hands to her face and looking at the shirt she was wearing. "Better." she smiled genuinely at her hands. "I think this ssshhhhirt is mine by the way."

Joker maneuvered has way closer to her, so their faces were close. His voice was low and deep, shocking Eve, "If that smile stays on your face forever, bunny," he cupped her cheek and smiled himself, "You can have any piece of clothing in the world."

Eve closed her eyes, and closed the space between their lips with her own. It was an innocent kiss, and she loved the feeling. When they separated, Eve wanted more. She went back for another kiss, this time with more aggression and he didn't stop her. With her lips pressed against his, she pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him, his hand coming up to rest on her hip. With his other hand he grabbed her neck like he had in the van and pushed her away for a moment.

"Why're you ssstopping?" she slurred. "I know you want me." she whispered into his ear.

"Atahatahtahhh, not like this." He growled back, sitting up, her still straddling him.

Eve laughed and turned around, straddling him the opposite way. He tried to tell her to stop, but she bent over on all fours and looked back at him. From this angle, he could see the red lace shorts he had put in her bag when he picked her clothes up. They didn't leave much to the imagination. He groaned.

"Come on, if not like that then how about like thisss?" Joker didn't reply. He grabbed the tail of the shirt and tugged towards him. She sat up and turned around again, facing him. "I want you." she whispered.

Joker pushed her off of him and got off the bed. "Why? Because you drank to much? No, no, NO! Stop it. An hour ago you couldn't stand the sight of me."

Eve rested on her knees at the edge of the bed. "No, because you saved me. You've been here, with me. You...want...me." She smiled at him. "I only know lust, never want, or need. It's hard after what happened, you know? Stop being so fucking bi-polar and come here and teach me what it's like to want something so bad it's a god damn need! Tease me, oh god make me yours. Tie me up! I don't even-"

In a flash the Joker was on her, their lips met in an anxious fury. He slowly rubbed his hand up her thigh and under the shirt up her side, his nails digging into her skin the whole way. She moaned into his mouth. He flipped them over and looked down at her. Sweetly she placed tiny kisses on his cheeks, on his scars, but the kisses weren't for sympathy, they were for affection. She loved the way the ridges felt on her lips. Finally her mouth met his again and her hand in his hair. As they kissed he unbuttoned her shirt and she shimmied it off. He pulled away to look at her, her blood red bra and panties matched her hair. He bent down again to plant a kiss above her chest, then one on her neck. She moaned.

Eve could feel his lust. Her hands made their way down to his pants, and she unbuttoned and unzipped them. He climbed off of her and shook his head. "You drive me... crazy!" he exaggerated and buttoned his pants back up. After he grabbed the button down and headed to the closet, taking his vest and throwing them on.

The slam he made with the door echoed in Eve's mind for a few minutes before the feeling of embarrassment settled in. She was almost naked, in a sociopaths room, drunk for the first time.

"But what did I do wrong?" she thought aloud, hugging a pillow to her head.