A/N: Hello. Yes, another chapter, though its shorter than the others. I'm still in Florida but couldn't resist uploading another chapter. Please review, Only got one for last chapter ): Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Joker or Bruce

Ignorance is not bliss - it is oblivion.
- Philip Wylie

I opened my eyes to a dark room, and it took me a moment to figure out where I was. When I did, I smiled slightly. I was in my bedroom.

The bed I was placed on was soft, the silky comforter draped over me nicely, and there was a heavy weight by my side. My head throbbed, and I knew trying to search threw my clouded mind would hurt even more so instead, I turned to the figure next to me.

I shrieked slightly when I was greeted by the devilishly handsome face of the Joker, his eyes watching me carefully.

" Good evening-ah, beautiful." He drawled, tracing his hand along my jaw line. And his eyes were filled with an emotion that terrified me to see on his face. An emotion I had tried for so long now to hide away. Love.

And at that moment, the events of the day came flooding back, and realization hit.

"How did you get in? I-I got hit and blacked out?" I asked, lacing my hand over his and pulling it onto the bed. His eyes immediately went to the sheet before looking back up to mine., that innocence still hidden in his brown depths. He licked his lips nervously before getting up from the bed and sauntering to the chair on the other side of the room.

Grabbing his purple jacket, he headed for the door. I don't know how I managed it with my inconceivably painful headache, but I threw myself in his path. Holding onto the door frame, I looked up at him threw my lashes. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he placed his hands on his hips.

" Did you save me?" I whisper, my eyes searching for an answer and he looked away. He chewed at his scars nervously before turning on his heel. His back facing me, he ran his gloved hand through his green locks and began pacing.

I carefully walked toward him, afraid I'd fall at any moment.

" I couldn't- I couldn't just leave you there. Vulnerable, helpless-ah.. It doesn't suit you Annabelle. And. I don't know why. It shouldn't be hard- for me- to see someone like that, but you. .." He was tugging at his hair and was staring just above my head, but his words comforted me in a way I can't describe.

God, he was sexy. Dark, dangerous, that sense of the untamed just barely suppressed below the surface…

It seemed only a second passed, so fast I didn't know how I got there and didn't even consider analyzing it. Joker was there, leaning against me, his arm so closed to my head that I could have curled into it if I had the guts. Bad enough that I couldn't breath, speak, swallow, or hear anything outside of my own painfully thudding heartbeat. I must have looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

But at that moment, I didn't care. This was it, our moment, and I wouldn't let it pass by.

You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day. Not until its happening. You don't recognize your biggest day, not until you're in the middle of it. The day you commit to something, or someone. The day you get your heartbroken. The day you meet your sole mate. The day you realize there's not enough time, because you want to live forever..

We were on the bed, my back pressed into the mattress with his body pressed against mine. His hands lifted my shirt off of my body as I ripped off his vest, working on the buttons of his hexagonal shirt. They too were off as my jeans met the floor.

He ground his hips against mine as his lips traveled to my neck, and I worked to push down his purple trousers. They fell to the ground quietly and looked up to my eyes. They asked the question I had waited so long to be asked, and I nodded wordlessly. His hands tugged at the hem of my panties and I bucked my hips as they slid down my legs.

The only thing keeping us apart now were his simple boxers. The light purple fabric hanging tightly now onto his hips.

Our kiss breaks momentarily and I look into his hungry eyes, unable to silence the moan coming from me. He kicks off the boxers and situates himself on top of me, before entering me swiftly. His thrusts are hard and fast, and I find myself clutching his shoulders roughly, my nails digging into his skin and causing him to blood, though he didn't seem to mind. If anything, he enjoyed it.

I met his pace quickly and before long, we were panting with our efforts.

I clung to him harder as we continue and un record time, we came to our climax. His body fell on top of me, but he quickly rolled onto his side, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me closer. I snuggled into his chest as he pulled the covers over us. It was silent besides the sounds of our uneven breathing. I looked up to him smiling.

Most of his paint had smeared off and you could see the man underneath, and I felt the need to know more.

"What's your name?" I ask him, and the broad smile that had previously been residing on his face lessened. He was still smiling, but it wasn't quite in happiness.

" Are you sure you want to know?" He asks solemnly, ashamed. And I use my free hand to turn his face to mine.

" There's nothing you can say that can scare me off now. Not after everything so far." I say truthfully, and his eyes flash with life. I'm sure holding something that big for so long takes a toll on a person.

" My uh real name, is Jack. Jack Napier." He whispers ashamed. And I'm glad he could trust me enough with his secret. I'm glad I seem to mean something to him.

" I'm sure I know what you're thinking-ah." He starts, sitting upright. And turning on his side to face me, the blanket falling just at his waist.

" Poor little Jackie. What does he know about misery, what could have possibly happened during my life for me to turn out like such a freak." He rambled angrily, though I could see the anger was toward himself, and I shot up as well, grabbing his face between my hands.

" No, no. That's not what I was thinking. What I was thinking was, what could have possibly happened to that boy for him to think he had no way out but this." I soothed and his hand met mine, his fingers intertwining with my own.

" Wanna know how I got these scars?" He whispered, tracing my hand along the jagged scars carved into his otherwise delicate skin. I nodded, no longer able to speak words. He kissed my fingers once before dropping his hand and laying back against the bed, pulling me into his arms.

" I guess you could say I uh got involved with the wrong crowd. I was about sixteen when I ran off, leaving home to get away from my family. My uh, my life wasn't awful. No. not at all. But I was always looking for something easier. Something worth my while. So I joined a gang, if you could call it that-ah.

" it started off with little things. Ya know, mugging, sealing from convenient stores, small stuff. Then it was drinking booz and doing drugs. Then one day, a mob boss, Falcone, took an interest in us. After that, we weren't mugging people on the street, we were shooting 'em. We started wearing nicer suits, started getting the top shelf alcohol, we started getting noticed.

" It wasn't okay to mess up anymore, it wasn't okay to uh leave. You were there for life. And uh I was never one for commitments, so I took off. I just got in my car, and drove as far as I could without stopping. I guess I was too naïve to understand what I had gotten myself into. So one day, after driving for hours, I stopped at motel and checked in. I didn't factor in the fact that I was now a part of the mob. And leaving town wasn't something I was uh allowed to do. I underestimated the power they had.

" So there I am, sleeping finally, when there's a loud bang and the door is opened. There are three big guys. All carrying loaded guns. And instinctually, I reach for my knife, even then I had good taste-ah. but one knife against three big guys with guns really isn't effective. The fight wasn't long, and I was out cold before the dragged me to the car. The next thing I remember is waking up on the Gotham City bridge, the three guys off smoking a joint. My hands are tied behind my back, and my struggles are useless.

One of the guys spot me, and comes over, my knife in his hands. Soon, they all take notice and come over. They pick me up roughly and throw me against the steel pole of the bridge. The one holding the knife presses it against my mouth as he speaks.

" ' Why was you trying to run off Jackie?' He asks but my muscles ache too much to answer. ' Was our fun not good enough for you? Ya know, you're too serious for your own good..' He laughs as he sticks the knife, my knife into my mouth. He yanks his arm to the right, then to he left. He sticks the knife into the pocket of my jeans as they push me into the water. And that's how a star is made" He finishes, opening his arms wide in mock enthusiasm. And I have the urge to rip them to pieces. To do that to someone, to anyone, is wrong. At least the Joker had a reason for being the man he was.

" That's awful." I say horrified, and he just shrugs, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

" Only if you look at it from one way. I myself see it as the birth of a new uh breed of man. A better class of criminal." He says, his voice dark and sinister, though its full of wonder.

I digest the words that come out of his mouth as he rubs my arm soothingly and as he begins humming, that same tune from all those nights ago, I feel myself falling deeper into my own mind, deeper into a new world, as if I hadn't fallen deep enough.

I look up to the Joker once more to see his eyes closed, and in his sleep, the Joker looks like a fallen angel, much like myself. The only difference is I fell willingly, while he was pushed. He looks so much like the prince I had dreamed of for so long, and sighing, I close my eyes as well.

At the end of the day, faith is a funny thing. Its like one day, you realize that the fairytale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well it may not be a castle. And its not so important, happily ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you, and once in a while, people may even take your breath away.

Sorry if i seems rushed but i needed this chapter out. Please reiview on your way out, it would really help me. And i hope Joker isn't too OOC Cause i mean obviously, this happiness can't be permanent. :p Reviews please!!!!!

Adieu.
TheJoker'sGotMyHeart