Sarah was mad. How dare he kiss her? She couldn't help stamping her feet in irritation. She was in the parking lot of Arkham and she got in her car. She revved up the engine and sent one last look of contempt to that hell hole before she sped off.

The Joker sighed to himself in his cell. Thanks to Sarah he was back in the familiar straightjacket. He couldn't hardly move though he had to admit, she was a lot of fun so it was worth it. Worth that kiss anyway, damn that was nearly as good as knifes, grenades and gas he thought. Her full lips on his, the way she moaned and purred. It was that enjoyable.

He cackled to himself as he pictured her pouting in anger, those eyes glaring at him. She was in everyway the girl he could find himself actually liking but that didn't stop him wanting to cut her throat after getting him restrained again. His tongue darted out of his mouth wildly. The Joker had decided he was getting out of here and he was most definitely going to pay a visit to his little harlequin. Whether she liked it or not.

Sarah was back in her apartment, she was curled up on her couch reading one of her favourite books. Wuthering Heights, many times it made her daydream of having her own Heathcliff that would love her with all his soul. Though in a city like this, it was pretty much a waste of time. The only guys who she attracted were the clinically insane who apparently had zero empathy. 'Great' she moaned as she slammed the book shut.

She stomped over to her kitchen and downed a glass of water. Suddenly there was a smash in the other room, perhaps a window. She grabbed a knife out of her draw and tip toed to the lounge. Her window was smashed.

She was breathing deeply 'you better come out, I'm warning you' she was struggling to keep her voice level.

A figure moved out of one of the dark corners and smashed her against the wall in a flash. She looked up to his face. It was the Joker. 'It's you' she spat. He pulled the knife out of her grasp and she fought against him by punching his chest. 'Let me go, Joker' she screeched.

The Joker laughed at her attempts. His hand was on one of her hips and he held the knife to her face 'miss me beautiful?' he asked with darkness in his eyes 'I sure missed you' he breathed into her face.

Sarah did the only thing she could do. She kneed him in the crotch 'you bastard!' she screamed. He was cackled madly and gave an exasperated sigh. She darted behind one of the chairs and he quickly followed her as if he'd never been injured. He grabbed her waist and tackled her to the floor all with Sarah shouting 'Get off me'. She was hitting his face but it wasn't having any effect on him.

He straddled her and slapped her cheek hard. 'Now now doll. Come on don't fight me. I only wanted to see you' he started stroking her face.

Sarah snorted 'more like kill me' she said with that sarcasm she used. 'Now get off me'

The Joker tutted 'nah, I don't think I will. I'm quite liking this right now' he giggled.

'I'm sure you are' Sarah said as she crossed her arms petulantly. She rolled her eyes 'what are you doing here?' she asked haughtily. 'and how did you get here?' she practically screamed when she thought about how he could possibly get out of Arkham.

The Joker licked his lips 'long story. Involved a lot of killing guards and so on' he drawled. He then looked down at her with that fiendish smirk 'well firstly I just had to see uh you, didn't I? And secondly I need somewhere to hide until the cops lay off a bit' he smirked devilishly.

Sarah looked at him for a moment and started laughing 'you needed somewhere to hide' she muttered to herself. The Joker laughed with her but then stopped.

'yeah.' he grinned. He then leaned down to twirl some strands of her hair in his hand and kissed her lightly on her lips. He pulled back and stared at her face to smirk as Sarah's eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply. Before he had time to react, she grabbed the collar of his jacket and pressed her lips hungrily to his. The Joker grabbed her waist forcefully and kissed her roughly. She let his tongue dominate hers and she pulled the jacket off him. He pulled the nightie off Sarah to reveal lacy lingerie. He licked his lips and nuzzled her neck. He began to lift her off the floor and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her tightly as he carried her to her bedroom with Sarah kissing his lips and undoing the buttons off his shirt. She just couldn't get enough of him.

Her back arched as he nearly threw her on the bed 'ow' she said with a growl. He laughed as he lay on top of her and bit her bottom lip as he kissed her with all the roughness he had. She moaned and scratched his back which would probably leave red marks. Well she had to get him back some way.

Afterwards they were both lying on their backs in her bed. Sarah shook her head in disbelief as she looked at the figure next to her. All his make up was nearly off. His hair was all messy and greasy after all the tugging Sarah had done from before, he grinned at her and Sarah resisted the urge to stick her tongue at him. She settled on giving him a dirty look. It was his fault she had sex with him, If he wasn't so delicious in his own right, she wouldn't of done it. She had sex with the Joker and she was going to have to deal with the aftermath.

He sighed 'when you gonna drop the hating me act and embrace that you actually like me' he seethed as his eyes gleamed all over her.

'I will hate you until my last dying breath. What happened was a mistake' she spat.

He lunged at her within a second 'Why do you have to be like that? We were getting along so well' he growled as his hand went to her throat. He squeezed it hardly as she gasped for breath.

She growled back at him 'because this is wrong. It's all wrong' she screeched as her fists banged against her bed. She pouted sulkily and the Joker sometimes wondered how she managed to pull of the cuteness so easily.

He let her go and rolled back on to his side. 'Sometimes doing the wrong things can be right' he giggled in that annoying high pitched laugh.

Sarah rolled her eyes 'you'd know all about that. You live for doing the wrong things your not suppose to.' she glared ferociously at him 'while I like to do good things because it's right' she said like she was an angel. The Joker rolled his eyes and climbed out of the bed. He picked up his creased up shirt and pants. 'Where are you going?' Sarah asked as she propped herself up on her elbows.

The Joker looked back at her 'your being difficult'

'I am not' she argued back.

The Joker raised his eyebrow at her as he finished buttoning up his shirt 'you contradict yourself. You can't tell me that you didn't like our Uhh little misdeed and now you act like your this saint who came from up above to bring world peace and all that shit' He chortled manically at his own joke.

Sarah crossed her arms 'that's because I now regret what happened. It's not going to happen ever again' she frowned at her own words.

The Joker leaned over to her and pressed his forehead to hers. 'keep telling yourself that, hunny' he whispered and then he left.

Sarah sat there dazed. Of course she was gonna do it again. To hell with being good. She wanted to be bad and have some hot sex with the Joker.