New Year's Eve Night...

"Ah, crap." Tripping, you grabbed the fire escape's rusted railing in order to brace yourself.

Joker snarled out of aggravation, turning around.

"Watch your step!" He hatefully warned while jerking the bag you were holding away from you, making you stumbled again. He minded you no attention, only making sure the bag and its contents were safe in his care.

Following behind him, you carefully climbed up the last flight of steps, coming to the tip top of the rusty fire escape. Joker disappeared over the ledge, bag in hand. You began your on excursion up and over the same ladder. Suddenly, he reappeared with an out stretched hand, helping to pull you over the hazardous edge and onto the abandon building's roof.

Once you were over, voices could be heard. A small group of guys were already congregated on the roof. Joker didn't seemed terribly concerned; in fact, he didn't seem to pay them any attention until one of them yelled out.

"Spot's taken, Piss off!" All the guys laughed at the remark.

Joker kept a calm collect as he stepped out into the moonlight, "Gentlemen, gentle-men. I suggest we come to some sort of agreement."

You could hear one of men, under his breath exclaim, "It's The Joker!"

Joker's cheerful disposition immediately became threatening, "Like, you bozos scram..."

Then he instantly turned back into a gentleman, "...and leave me and the lady alone to conduct our business in peace."

He stood grinning at the men, who in return began apologizing, "W-we didn't realize it was you. Sure, no problem. It's all yours Mr. Joker, sir."

They quickly disappeared and it was as if no one had been there to begin with.

The air was brisk and fresh this high up. The wind blew in gust, whipping the leftover piles of snow from the day before into the air; periodically giving the illusion of it snowing. Your eyes followed Joker as he walked over to, what appeared to be, a sky light sticking out of the roof; he safely placed the bag, he'd been so watchful of, beside it. Then he moved toward the edge of the build; you walked over to join him.

Looking down, you rubbed your palm, "I must have cut my hand on that rusty hand rail."

Your hands were cold and you hadn't felt the sting of the cut.

"Let me see." Joker reached out and took your hand.

In a gentlemanly fashion, he examined you hand; first the top, then the palm, where the cut was. "There, there, my sweets."

"A kiss..." He sweetly kissed the cut, "...to soothe the pain."

He grinned down at you and batted his eyes in the most charming manner. Cupping both of his hands around your hand, he rubbed your frozen fingers and palm. A few moments passed before he was putting the back of your hand against his cheek to test the temperature of your skin. His attempt had been a kind gesture but pointless.

"I was going to wait until the perfect occasion but, at last it seems...there's no time like the present, my dear." He reached into the inside pocket of his purple leather trench coat.

Taking your hand he slipped a leather glove onto it. Using his fingers his pushed the glove's fourchettes flushed against the skin between each of your eyes bounced between his smile and hands. Moving so elegantly, he took the time to ensure the glove's fit was adequate. Once he was satisfied he moved on to your other hand, gloving it in the same manner as he'd done with the other.

"Yes, those shall suffice." He spoke cheerfully as he finished.

He forced your hand into a loose fist, "Yes, very nice."

There was a snicker in his voice, "Now you can get your hands dirty, without getting your hands dirty, per se." He winked, "And then there's the added benefit of warmth, also important."

You could feel yourself blush as he cooed at you. For a short time he peered down at you, studying you; feeling intimidated you diverted your face away in order to break eye contact. Sensing your discomfort he reached out and lifted your face toward him with a single finger. Forcing you to reestablish eye contact with him was he just another little way of making sure he had complete dominance over you.

The look in his eye became devious.

He knew, or at least he was nearly certain, he knew, how you felt about him. Your fondness for him was impossible to hide at times. After all, he'd painfully calculated and contrived as many intimate moment as he could tolerate to make you completely fall for him. Not that he hadn't enjoyed it. To be perfectly frank, some of the more physical actives, his eyes narrowed as a particularly enjoyable activity flashed his mind, were turning out to be very satisfying to say the least. Regardless of the unsuspected and agreeable ramifications of having you around, his biggest delight was reeling you in and then snubbing you.

He took a step toward you, closing the small gap of space between the two of you. Cupping you jaw, he met you face gently, teasing you with an Eskimo kiss. He could feel your whole body leaning into him, wanting more; he fought back his grin. Instead, keeping his lips lingering close enough for a kiss but not offering. Then it happened the moment he was waiting for; you tried to instigate a kiss yourself, prompting him to pull away on purpose.

The moment he turned away from you, he grinned with cunning delight. And then, in typical Joker fashion, it was all about him again.

He spoke cheerfully with his back still turned on you, "You know, Pigeon. I've got bigger plans in the works. This business at getting back at Barlowe is merely for giggles."

You stood there regaining your composer; he'd literally made you go weak in the knees.

"What I'm working on next, heehee-hehe." He paused, sneakily snicking.

"Let's just say... this caper, as eminent and clever as it will be, will finally make it so, I..." He placed his hand on his chest, "The Clown Prince of Crime will be able to bring down The Batman once and for all."

He was getting excited, "Every detail will have to be executed with the uttermost care. Followed without question."

Joker spun around on his heels to look at you. The grin on his face was smug, "Of course, my dear! Your help will required. Crucial, even."

You knew he was being manipulative; he'd accomplish whatever plans he had, with or without you. However, he was asking you to help him and you could feel your heart thumping inside your chest. You wanted to help him; you would help him, no matter the cost, no matter how corrupt and vile of a thing he asked. You were in this for the long haul now; no turning back.

He turned and slightly lifted his elbow out, offering it to you, "Come, dear. It's nearly time!"

You quickly snaked your arm around his, resting your head on his shoulder. He led the way over to the sky light, where the two of you took a seat. The temperature was already starting to drop, making it uncomfortable cold. Your body's effort to fight against the cold, left you in a shriving mess. Almost on que, Joker put his arm around your shoulders and coaxed you into scooting in as close as possible to him as you could. Once tucked under his arm you immediately snuggled your face against him.

"Mmm-uhh-hehehehee-hehehe." Joker chuckled low and deep. You could feel it reverberating in his chest as you continued to cuddle against this madman.

"He's just a man who needs love," you thought for a split second before rethinking it. "He's a cruel and dangerous man who needs love."

A flash of all the foul things you'd done, in just a matter of a few days, for him crossed your mind; it came with a feeling of regret.

You tilted your head slightly upward to gaze at Joker. Feeling your movement he glanced down at you; giving you a charming smirk before looking back out over the city. You lifted your head and looked also. The view was truly spectacular from here; just like he'd said it would be. Gotham's lights danced in the darkness. As you took it all in you continued to deliberate with yourself.

The regret you felt wasn't for the crimes of the past but for the crimes of the future; the ones you knew he'd ask and demand of you. With each exploit and every whim that belong to him, you knew without question that you would gladly do what he asked; no matter the chaos, destruction or hurt it might cause someone else.

You looked at him again, your heart filled with love, nay, this was something increasingly more dangerous than love; this was an obsession. An addiction fueled by this madman's magnetic charm, unparalleled genus, excessive confidence, dangerous lifestyle, mischievous impulses, and eccentric needs.

"Yooou knnooow, Pigeon." It rolled off his tongue, "It would've been at least five years now..." He paused just for a second, while he thought back.

"That is, if my memory serves me correctly..." He used a teasing tone, implying a comical fact that he could be getting older and forgetful.

"...that I nearly put everyone in Gotham out of their pathetically miserable lives. You see, I'd gotten my hands on a sonic soundwave bomb. The very one..."

He eccentrically held up one finger.

"Mind you, that the government was going on and on about being unprotected in the hands of Gotham University."

He lifted his brow, "Ha, boy were they right. It was easy, too; only had to do in one guy to get to my hands on it."

He sounded like he was still surprised it had been so easy to get.

"I remember that." You looked at him.

"You do?" Joker's voice slight pitched higher as his toothy grin enlarged.

You nodded back at him, "Yeah, it was at the Gotham New Year's Eve Bell Drop."

"Yes, yes. That's right my dear." He nodded in agreement.

You inadvertently rested your head back on his shoulder and snuggled closer to your madman while you listened.

"I came so close too! But... as usually..." He frowned, "Batman showed up and completely ruined all of my fun. I spent the rest of that winter in Arkham."

"That was..." His tone went mischievous, "...until I broke out that spring, hahahaha. There was no way I was staying locked up in that nut house on April Fool's Day, no-siree-bob."

He looked down at you to see how you were responding to his story. You were visibly cold, prompting him to get up suddenly. Standing in front of you he grabbed both sides of your arms and started rubbing his hand back and forth, repeatedly and aggressively, like he could physical create heat for you.

"You gotta move, toots, get the blood flowing!" He smiled with that charming toothy grin of his.

"Burrrrr," You shook your body playfully, "When's the show starting anyway?"

Joker glance up toward the night sky, then gave you a teasing but condescending look, "Why, my dear, at midnight of course!"

He moved in closer, wedging himself between your legs while unbuttoning his coat.

"Here. In you go." He slightly held open either side of his coat, allowing you to slip your arms inside his coat and around his body.

You were tucked in; arms completely around him, your body and face firmly pressed against his body. Next, his arms found their way around you, giving you a bear hug.

For a few moments neither one of you said a word.

Finally, you broke the silence, "I was there that night...at the bell drop. Half the crowd was so drunk, I don't think they realized anything was wrong until the next day when it was on the TV."

"Hmm-hee-heeheeeheehe." Joker chuckled. "And what about you? Did you get see any of the action first hand?"

"The Action? You mean Batman kicking your butt?" It came out with a laugh.

"Ge'ez, just kick a man while he's down, why don't you." He was being playfully sarcastic.

You gave him a squeeze before loosen your hug.

Looking him in the face, you gave him a slight scowl, "You could have killed me."

"Saaaay, you know. You're absolutely right. Aaah-HAHAHA-hahaha." His laugh went manic, "I guess the joke would've been on me then. Hahahaha. And you! Oh-oh HAhahaahaaahaaha."

You watched as the laugher flowed out of him like a song. You waited till it softened before tighten your arms back around him.

Then you mumbled, not knowing if it would be loud enough for him to hear it, "I'm glad The Bat stopped you from killing anybody that night, so I could be here with you now."

His laugher stopped abruptly. With his brow raised, he gawked down at you with a little bit of surprise. For a split second, only a split second, he reciprocated your sentiment and he didn't like it; not one bit. The puzzled expression on his face started to form into an angry cringe, baring his teeth. He could feel the rage building inside of him. Then it happened.

The whistling sound of fireworks flew through the air. There was just a moment's pause right before:

*Pop*Pop*Crack*Pew*Pop*Boosh*POW*

Joker immediately looked straight up into the sky; the colors of the fireworks reflecting in his eyes. You looked up too, keeping your arms warmly tucked around him; unaware of how close you'd just come to facing a most violent show of consequence for simply making Joker feel something.

The two of you watched the fireworks in silence; except for the periodical giggling that would erupted from him. Nearly fifteen minutes went by before Joker suddenly pulled away from you, so excited about something that he was nearly doing a jig.

"It's almost time for the big finale!" He grinned ear to ear with delight, then immediatly he grabbed up the bag he'd brought.

You had no idea what was in it; ordering you not to look in it before leaving the house. The only hint he would share with you was "it's going to a real gasser of a surprise."

Wide-eyed you watched as he unrolled the top of the bag. Before reaching in, he lifted his brows up and down a few times out of excitement, adding to the air of anticipation. Then he reached in.

"Ta-da!" He relieved what appeared to be a slightly oversized flare gun.

He held the bag out toward you, gesturing for you to come over and take it; you did so. It still had weight to it; inside you saw five large canisters. All of which, had been decorated with smiley faces and little HA-HA-HAs.

"Be a dear and hand me one." Joker said, grinning.

You did as he asked. Handing him one of the canisters, you inquired as to what it was, "What is it?"

He explained, loading the first canister into the gun, "Just a little concoction I'm thinking about calling..."

He paused for dramatic effect, "Joker Fear! Hahahahaha. It's a fun mixture of my Joker Venom and crow boy's Fear Toxin."

He patted the side of the gun with care, "These little babies are really going start the new year off right for a few of our festive-frolicking friends, celebrating the night down there, HAAAAHAHA-Ha-ha-ha-HAHA-hahahaha."

Joker took a deep breath and continued howling with laugher at the top of his lungs, "HAHAAHAHAHAHAAAHAAAHAHA!"

And with that he fired the gun, pointing it up and out over the city, sending the first canister disappearing a few blocks over; far below onto the street.

"HAHAHAHA." His laugher filling the air.

He franticly held out his hand demanding another canister, "Hurry. Hurry!" He barked, "Before the fireworks end!"

You quickly obeyed, handing him another one and immediately getting another one ready for him. In a blink of an eye, he'd loaded the gun again and fired. Only this time in a slightly different direction.

"What are the holidays for, if not for spreading joy around?" He laughed at his one-liner.

Twice more, he loaded and shot; laughing manically the whole time. The fifth and final canister was locked and loaded into the gun as the fireworks came to an end. Suddenly, the distance screams of people being affect by Joker's mix of could be heard. Joker froze with a goofy grin on his face and tilted his ear out toward the sound of mayhem.

You were already nearing the edge of the build to see if the chaos could be witnessed yet. Police sirens could already be heard in the distance. Full of excitement, you turned back toward Joker, who was walking to the edge to join you.

"Here, my dear." He tossed the loaded gun at you.

You scrambled to catch it, nearly dropping in.

"Careful!" Joker snapped then starting laughing, "Haha, I'm not sure if you'd be immune to that particular enticing blend."

Putting one foot of the edge of the building, he rested his elbow on his bent knee as he down and over the city block.

"Well, my dear. Fire away." He was beaming like a child.

He critiqued, as he watched you plan your shot; scanning your surrounds you noticed a fairly large number of party goers just across the neighboring roof tops. You pointed, aimed and fired to his giggling approval. There was a build of anticipation, from the both of you, as the canister seemed to move through the air in slow motion. As it hit its mark, Joker spun around on his heels with pure delight.

"Come here." He was ready grabbing you to give you a twirl.

"HahaHAHA. Right on the mark!" He abruptly stopped, keeping his arm draped around your waist, "Now, let's watch."

His eyes were wide and his grin was enormous. The police sirens being closer than ever now, didn't seem to faze him; he needed to see his handed work first hand before fleeing. The yellowish-green gas got to work incredible fast. Madness broke out amongst the party goers with some attacking each other, while other balled up into crying heaps on the roof. Other ran and flailed about; then it happen, a person flung themselves right off the roof.

Your gasp of surprise was immediately followed by Joker's roaring laughter. A mixture of screaming and laughing could be heard as the people ran in terror of some unseen nightmare. Soon another and then another followed suit; right off the roof. They were falling like flies. Joker was beside himself with pride; the anticipated effects of the gas he'd created had been underestimated and he was thrilled. Two more party goers went over; only this time, they stopped mid-air causing a giddy gasp to come from Joker.

"It's The Bat!" Joker feverishly announced. "Oh but now's not the time to tango with the Bat. Come, my dear!" He tore off toward the roof access door, literally dragging you along by one arm as he fled across the roof. He kicked the door in and quickly entered into the build.

Theabandon build was complete pitch black; you tighten your grip on Joker's hand, fearing that if he let go of it, you'd be lost for sure. After running down a few more flight of steps in the stair well, he exited through a door with you and entered into a long hallway. Your eyes were adjusting to the dark and you could see the faintest outline of his pale face. He was smirking yet clearly on guard, expecting the Bat to be round the next turn at any moment.

Panting, he stopped finally, taking a break from the running by leaning against a wall. He shook off your death grip, freeing his hand from yours.

"I don't think Bat boy saw us, but you can never be too careful when it comes to that one." He began to walk.

You followed immediately behind him. He came to another abrupt stop causing you to run smack into his back.

"Get off me!" He snapped, shoved you off using his elbow.

For a moment he listened, making sure his path was Bat free. Uncertain and not feeling up to a trip to Arkham, he had an idea.

"Pigeon. You go this way. Find your way down and then go get the car." As he gave you instructions he pulled out a gun that he'd been keeping hidden on his person.

"What about you?" You asked.

"Oh, don't worry about me." You could see his grin through the darkness now, "I won't be too far behind, my dear."

"Alright." You nodded and started to head in the direction Joker had ordered you to go.

"Oh, and Pigeon." He cooed at you.

You stopped and turned.

"Don't leave without me or else." He barked hatefully.

You made you way down and out of the build, uneventfully too. It was madness on the streets. The gas was gone but the side effects had people laughing, crying and screaming. The few cops that passed you on the street paid you no mind; you were no one of importance to them plus, they had bigger problems. The car was right were you and Joker had left it. You climbed in, fished the keys out of your coat pocket and started the car. You looked around in a panic, hoping to spot Joker but no luck.

You thought to yourself, "What if he doesn't show up. What do I do?"

Telling yourself to calm and just relax, you turned on the car's heater. As the warmth filled the car, you started to relax and actually laughed yourself about the craziness of the night. You kept your eyes peeled for Mister J and then saw him. You couldn't actually see his face, but it was him; you could tell by his posture and stride. You watched carful in the rear view mirror as the figure you had pegged to be Joker causally walked up the sidewalk. As soon as he got close enough, you unlocked the car doors and waited.

The backdoor open and slammed closed quickly.

"Go." Joker's voice was short and snappy.

He kept a low profile in the back seat until he felt enough distance had been put between him and The Bat. Popping his head over the front seat and stretching out his body, he reached for the radio. As soon as it came on, he flipped through finding a news broadcast covering the chaotic events taking place in Gotham. The city was being turned topsy-turvy. Relaxing back into the backseat, he listened with a smile on his face.

"Ahh, what a night-what a night." He sounded content. "Takes us home Pigeon dear, Daddy's wore out. Completely out of gas, if you will, Hahahaha."

You giggled at the way Joker laughed at his own joke. Using the rearview, you periodically watched him as you drove back to the Pollew Mansion. You knew his mind was wondering; between almost having a run-in with The Bat, how well his new Joker Fear had worked and on top of all the other plans he was constantly contriving inside that brilliant mind of his. It was no wonder everyone thought him crazy; it wasn't his fault that he was ahead of the curve and everyone else in Gotham, nay, the world couldn't keep up.

A mere 3 weeks later...

"Douse the walls with gasoline. Fa la la la la, la la la la." Joker loudly bellowed out the tune as he leaped feet first onto the bed.

He inverted the gas can he held, letting its contents pour out. He continued to whistle the holiday tune while he worked; making short of the work by sloshing as much gasoline around the room with a twirl.

"Hahaha-haha." Joker was enjoying himself.

You stood far enough back as to not get splashed with the gasoline that was being carelessly dispersed. Holding your own gas can, you left Joker in the bedroom to go soil other parts of the mansion with gas.

The scent of death nearly took your breath as you pushed open the door to one of the another bedrooms; the bodies of Mr. Pollew's son and daughter-in-law still remained where you had tied them up. Splashing some gas onto them as you started to back out of the room. A gasoline trail followed behind you as you moved down the hallway, slowly making your way to the main staircase, leading down.

Nearly three weeks of hard work, littering the house with Barlowe's subordinates would go up in flames. The decision to burn the house, came as a safety pre-caution. Truth be told, Joker had been carless; his identity was, well, it was a lost cause but yours wasn't. With the slightest half-smug finger print or tiniest piece of DNA evidence the cops, or even worst The Bat, would pursue you relentlessly knowing you were associated to The Joker.

The madman had made it very clear that he didn't actually care what happened to you, per se. Yet, he pointed out having The Bat hot on your heels would ultimately throw a wrench into his plans. With that fact firmly established, more than once too; you still couldn't help but feel essential to his needs and plans. After all, he was going to an awful lot of trouble to keep you by his side for the moment. So, instead of leaving his delightful mess in all it's glory behind for all to find, he would bite the bullet, so to speak; making it as hard as he could for them to find any evidence linking you to the house.

"Fa. La-la la. Laa. La. La. La Laaaaaaaaa." He tossed the can across the room and jumped from the bed.

"Come. Come." He beckoned for you to follow as he left the bed room, passing you in the hallway.

You followed behind, gas can in hand. Once at the staircase, you placed your half empty can at the top and gave it gentle kick; sending it rolling and tumbling down steps.

"HaHAhahaha." Joker's laugher echoed as he helped the can down with an extra kick just for the fun of it.

The fumes were quickly becoming overwhelming for you, causing you to cough. Joker, on the hand, didn't seem to care; he reveled in the moment.

Taking a deep breath, "Tis the sweet smell of mayhem and gasoline in the air, Haha-hee. It really does feel my heart with gusto, kid!"

At the bottom of the stairs, the pair of you stood. He twirled around once, admiring his handy work one last time. The place was covered from head to toe with his calling card. Joker Cards covered everything: The floors, the walls, the furniture; he even managed to get some on the celling.

"It's really time to blow this joint, toots." He held out his hand, "Haha."

You immediately placed a box of matched into his purple gloved hand.

"Much obliged, my dear." You could hear how giddy he was, there was no hiding it.

He fumbled quickly with the box, pulling out a single match. His grin was larger than normal as he beginning to sing again.

"Strike a match," He quickly lit the match against the side of the box.

His grin grew with the flame, "And watch it gleam."

With a thump, he sent the match flying from his fingertips, "Fa la la la la, la la laaaha-ha-HaHaHAHAHAHAHAHA."

As the match hit, the gas flumes ignited; a trail of fire rushed up the stairs following the path of gasoline threw the house.

He continued to sing his rendition of Deck the Halls, "Watch the bodies, burn to ashes. Fa la la la la, la la la la."

He casually strolled out of the burning house, stopping to grab his large purple brimmed hat as he passed it on the coat rack. Making quick work of it, you tossed two big bags over your shoulders that you'd placed by the door earlier and followed after the madman...

"PIGEON!"

Joker hadn't looked up from the newspaper he was reading to even notice that you were no longer in the restroom but instead standing right in the room with him, "Pigeon!"

You cleared your throat politely causing him to look up with a lifted eyebrow, "Oh."

"At you service, sir." You playfully saluted him.

"Turn down that blasted volume, that reporter's voice has assaulted my eardrums long enough." He barked hatefully.

"Talking about this." He let his voice trail off, "Talking about that. Talk-talk-talk, with not one. Single. Significance. Piece of actually news."

His aggravation started to build, "No breaking news. No news flash. No exposé. What's taking them so long?" He slammed his fist down on the table; his impatience showed in his voice, on his face and with his actions.

"I have no doubt that Commissioner Gordon and his band of merry dimwits have seen our little contribution to their job security and are crawling all over it! I can feeeeell it! I have an inclination for these things, as you well know." His voice pitched higher as he complemented himself.

You sat by the crappy, black and white, hotel television and started flipping through channels trying to find any news reports about the fire that you and he had started only a short time ago. Your eyes scanned over the dumpy, cheap, rundown hotel room that you would have to call home for the next few days while Mister J decided on his next move.

Finally, your eyes found the clock, "We've only been here an hour. I don't-"

Joker hatefully interrupted you, "I know how long it's been."

"I don't need you to tell me." He growled through his teeth.

"Ge'ez. Sorry." You snapped back.

"You know, remind me again. Why is it that I keep you around? What's keeping me from breaking that pretty little neck of yours? " His brow lowered as he glared at you.

Your nose winkled out of angry. Joker watched with a grin, almost hoping you'd do or say something. Then taking a deep breath, you merely let it go. His fickle mood swings came, just as fast as they went. It was part of what made him who he was; something you dealt with in your day to day life with the Joker. Besides, you were quickly learning how to navigate and manipulate your way around him. Two could play this game.

"Well, I'm waiting?" He taunted you, trying to coax an answer out of you.

You knew exactly what to say but the moment you began to speak, he quickly interrupted you. On purpose no doubt.

"If it's merely for telling me the time, manning the television and folding my socks...Well...ho-ho-haha." He shook his head disapprovingly, "I suggest you try harder, toots."

You ignored him and stood up, staying silent. A smirk crossed his face and he immediately acted as if he wasn't paying you ant mind. He returned to reading the newspaper just like before. Regardless of his faux dismissal of you, you knew very well that he was attentively listening to your every move. So it came as no surprise to him when you walked up right behind him. He slowly lifted his head, folded the newspaper shut, sat it down on the table and waited for you to make a move.

You reached around and playfully covered his eyes with your hands, "You need something to distract you, take your mind off of things for a little while; something to cheer you up. You're stressed, Mister J and that's just unhealthy."

You felt his cheeks lift as he grinned.

However, he tried to sound unimpressed and unamused, "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it."

"Yep. Three guesses." You leaned your head down and rested your chin on the top of his head, "Three guesses at what I've got in my pocket, here."

Joker's grin grew larger and then he immediately started to ramble without even having the think about an answer, "Oh, It's a baby Taipan! You do so know how much I want one."

Suddenly, he straightened his posture, causing you to lift your chin off of his head but keeping your fingers covering his eyes. He was being charming by catering to your game and maybe even enjoying himself just a little.

"The venom alone...Ooooohh." He shrived. "The things I could do and the people I could kill. Oh, please-please-please, pleeaasse tell me it's a Taipan!"

You couldn't help but laugh. He knew you didn't have a baby snake in your pocket but the excitement he put into his performance was adorable.

You snickered out, "Nope, sorry. That's one guess down and two more to go."

He folded his arms like a small child pouting, "This isn't as fun as I'd hope, toots."

You gently wiggled your fingers over his eyes, urging him on, "Guess again."

"Alright. This time I'm going in a completely different direction. Lemon ganache." He sounded confident in his guess.

"Now, where in the world would I have gotten a piece of lemon-" You were interrupted.

"Don't you utter another word." He was bantering with charm, "Dare. I. Say. There's nothing you could possible have that I want... seeing that it's neither a Taipan nor Ganache. Heeheehee. One would think you didn't know me at all." His chuckle was low as he playfully taunted you.

Reaching up to remove your hands, you playfully shooed his hands away and recovered his eyes. His slender fingers gently wrapped around your wrists without pulling your hands away this time. Instead he just held on to you, letting his thumb tenderly caress the little bit of skin peeking out from between your glove and shirt sleeve.

You wiggled your fingers, urging him to continue, "One more guess."

He sighed, "Now for my third and final guess..."

He paused for an unnaturally long amount of time, cuddling the back of his head against you.

"Guess." You didn't really care if he guessed or not.

"Now, now." He seductively teased, still nestling his head into you, "These things can't be rushed, my dear."

You suddenly removed your hands from his eyes and then pulled your wrists free from his surprisingly benevolent grip. The tips of your fingers tickled and teased his neck as you traced the edge of his collar. You started gently, using caution, as you massage his neck.

Joker let out a soft "mmhmmm."

Appling more pressure, you began kneading with your thumbs. With another low grunt he rolled his head forward, allowing you access to the back of his neck and shoulders. You could feel him starting to physically relax his body as you leisurely continued massaging away at his muscles. With each knead and stroke, he began to involuntarily let out the softest little whimpers and moans as he allowed himself to calm down; even trusting you enough to close his eyes.

Continuing to rub his neck, you lowered you head to his ear and seductively spoke, "You know, there are other ways to relax."

His eyes shot opened immediately and curiously lifted one of his eyebrows, "Other ways, says you? Hmm-hehehe-he."

You took the back of his chair and gave it quick pull, making it so he was no longer facing the tabling. With his lap accessible, you stood in front of him. One by one, you slowly removed the gloves you were wearing; playfully tossing each one at him. Joker watched you with inquisitive eyes, slightly biting his bottom lip as he grinned. There was something childlike about the expression on his face and it made you smirk. Maybe he, in some way, needed this more than you realized. The two of you hadn't participated in any kind of sexual contact since that strange morning when he nearly strangled you to death a month ago.

As you dropped to your knees in front of him, his eyes followed. Placing your hands on either knee you pushed them apart just a little, giving you a little room between his legs to work. As you moved closer, you slid your hands up his thighs, toward his groin and then toward his belt. You hooded your fingers around his belt and tugged at it; coaxing him to scoot his butt toward the edge of the chair. This gave you easier access, which you put to good use.

You unbuckled his belt, followed by unhooking his purple pinstripe trousers. Once you were to the point of pulling his zipper down, you actually found yourself feeling giddy. He'd never allowed you do something like his before; sex, yes but never fellatio. This was something that required him trusting you in an entirely different way than he had before.

His erection pushed against his underwear, begging to be touch. You happily obliged; palming it through the cloth of his boxers. Joker let out a low gratifying groan, something between a moan and laugh. Needing more fiction; he inadvertently pushed his hips toward you, demand more. Smirking up at him you saw he wasn't watching your movement. Instead, his head was tilted back and his eyes were closed; completely relaxed and anticipating the favor he was about to receive.

So, you got to work; pulling his cock out of his batman boxers, which you found adorable. You took a moment to admire it. It was anything but modest, being slightly larger than your average, everyday, run-of-the-mill penis. It was just as pale as the rest of him, obviously; only due to the rush of blood, from being so excited, seemed to leave it blushed in color. The very sparse public hair, which remained on his body, was also green; no different than the rest of his hair.

You rubbed your hand over his navel and down to his pelvis, before griping around the base of his cock. The contact was met with another pleasurable moan from him. One slow stroke of your hand, made him immediately adjust his positioning again, pushing his hips and crotch outward even more; begging for more. Exerting more effort, you began to jerk him off slowly.

It only took a few more strokes and you couldn't fight the urge any longer. He loudly exhaled a moan of relief as you finally swallowed his cock. You made sure to let your tongue dance around it as you pushed your mouth down, meeting your hand. Keeping rhythm, you moved you hand and mouth along his erection a few times before you relinquished the use of you hand. Using only your mouth, you forced yourself you take all of him; each time making sure your lips kissed the hilt of his cock, over and over again.

You felt his hand on your head, pushing your hair aside and holding it out of his path of vision. Joker watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared, in and out of your mouth, expressing his approval with a low and deep chuckle, "hmm-hehehe-he-he."

Trading off, you went back to using your hand with your mouth; keeping a moderate pace as you sucked his dick. There was no objection from your madman, who at this point had his head titled back again as he enjoyed the build toward his impending climax.

Suddenly, the ambient noise of the television turned into the familiar tune of the Gotham's Breaking News Intro; followed by an announcer saying "The Joker Strikes Again!" Immediately, the both of you averted your eyes towards the TV set. Joker completely turned his head, eyeballing the television; while you, with his cock half-way in your mouth, briefly paused long enough to quickly shift your eyes in order to see the television out of the corner of them.

You instantly knew that Joker's attention had been diverted from you, his focus no longer on his dick. You acted quick, trying to maintain the moment that had been interrupted. You went down on his, still very hard, erection; the movement of your mouth on his dick, made him acknowledge you at once.

His hand viciously grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you off his dick and shoving you away from him.

"Get off me!" He barked with extreme detest.

"Really?" You asked slightly bewildered about the whole thing. "You don't want-"

Before you could even finish, he was standing, buttoning his pants.

"SHHHHH! Shut up!" He ordered you, while studying the television.

" A gruesome scene, in the upscale neighborhood of Brentwood, was uncovered by the GCFD earlier this evening. After Gotham Fire Fighters responded to the 911 call of a concerned neighbor about the house fire; GCFD routinely entered the home in search of any casualties. And what they discovered inside was more then merely brunt furniture. Multiple dead bodies. The body count right now is nearing a dozen with no end insight yet."

"AAAHH-HAHA-hahaha." Joker laughed as he watched.

You remained where he'd left you, on the floor, knees under you. The look of disappointment was still on your face. His reaction hadn't been that unpredictable, it was still unbelievable for you.

"Ooh, my-my-my-my." He squealed out in delight.

" The GCPD immediately took over and upon entering the home immediately declared it a multiple homicide crime scene. The home belonged to The Pollews. Mr. Pollew, a well-known accountant who's worked in the Gotham area for over 15 years, had been not been named as one of the victims as of right now. In fact, the number of casualties is uncertain at this time. However, one thing is for certain, this appears to be the work The Joker."

Then the news flash was over.

"That's it?" Joker asked rhetorically.

He kicked over the TV, "All that work and for what? A lousy 60 seconds!" Then he threw a chair.

"I'm sure they'll do a bigger story on it as soon as they know more." It seemed like the logical respond to you.

Joker froze with a ghastly snarl on his face and slowly turned to you. You were already on your feet and backing away from him, knowing that you had just screwed up.

"Know this! The next time I want your opinion, I'll ask for it. Until then..." He had you backed up against a wall. "Keep your mouth shut!"

You were ready for it went he swung, back handing you across the face. You kept your composure, not even letting yourself reach up to soothe your aching jaw.

Joker lowered his brow and squinted at you. As much as he hated to admit it, he was mildly amused by your show of strength and just how stupid it was. He grinned smugly then grabbed the top of your head; using your hair, he drug you across the room. Protesting the whole way, you fought hard but he had the upper hand. With a sudden kick of a door, he manhandled you threw it and shoved you into the bathroom of the hotel room. Before you could get to your feet, he had the door slammed shut and locked.

"Haha-haha-ha." He laughed manically at your attempt to beat on the door.

"Joker! Mister J! Please-please-please don't do this. Let me out." You pleaded.

"I will, don't you worry, little bird." He taunted. "HAha."

You started to protest but stopped; calming yourself down. You tried apologizing.

"Mister J." You spoke in a kind voice, "I'm sorry. I was...I was very out of line."

"Hush!" He snapped.

You stood quietly at the door, listening.

"Now, listen and listen well." Joker was right on the other side, speaking in a normal tone of voice, "You come out when I say you come out, understand?"

You didn't answer; instead you leaned against the door and slid down until you were resting on your butt. He knocked playfully on the door, using the rhythm of 'shave and-a hair-cut', taunting you for your answer.

You found back the tears in order to answer, "I understand." It came out soft and complaint.

"Gooo-OOdd." His cheerful voice cracked. "There's a good little bird." He walked away from the door laughing.

You could hear the sound of the bed squeak as he laid down on it. Shortly after, he turned up the volume on the television after finding a late night comedy show. From time to time, he would erupt in laugher. With nothing more to do, you lay down on the grumpy floor and curled up on your side. Regardless of everything, in the end, you slowly fell asleep; finding comfort in listening to Joker's giggles.