AN: So sorry it's been like forever since I updated. Been crazy busy lately. Now, this chapter is a bit different, and might not be as great, but I promise the next one will be better! So without further ado...

I fell asleep leaning against the door. Since the door didn't have a lock, it was the only defense mechanism I could think of to keep The Joker out. I didn't trust him to not try something when I was sleeping. I had never seen such an evil, desirous look in his eyes before and it scared me…I didn't feel like I could trust him at that point. It was like I was just a toy for him. I shuttered thinking of the events of the night.

I decided that it was probably safe by now. He had probably gotten over it during the night. So I stood up and stretched. Looking down, I remembered my dress was ruined. I walked over to the bed and grabbed a pair of jeans and t-shirt out of the bag I had brought from home. I changed clothes and walked to the door.

When I opened it, I leapt back in surprise. The Joker fell into my room. Apparently he had spent the night leaned up against the other side of the door. His eyes flew open as he stared up at me looking down at him puzzled. He quickly hopped to his feet, smiled, and said, "Morning, my sweet! Sleep well?"

"Were you outside my door the whole night?" I asked.

"Of course not!" he exclaimed with a laugh. I could tell he was lying and I told him so. He actually took half a step away from me and said, "I think we should talk about last night."

"What's to talk about? You wanted me and I didn't, so I ran. And then you slept outside my door the whole night probably thinking about getting what you wanted while I was sleeping!" I practically shouted that last bit.

"NO! That is not how it happened," he spat, glaring at me. "You, missy, threw yourself on me. You wanted it too. You just happened to chicken out before it got too far. And that is not why I spent the whole night outside your door."

"Liar!" I said, covering my ears. I didn't want to hear what he was saying. I kept shaking my head. I knew he was right, but I didn't want to admit it. It was bad enough that I was becoming a criminal; I didn't need to be that in love with one too.

He walked toward me, circling me. As he walked around my back, he rubbed his gloved hand across it sending shivers down my spine. "Oh, Mels, why do you deny it? You're more like me than you know."

"No I'm not. I'm nothing like you."

"That's where you're wrong…very wrong. What about those kids you killed? What about my henchmen? What about that kiss?"

"You made me do it!"

"Not exactly. I set you up to do it, but you carried it out. We're two of a kind, Mels, and you're gonna have to own up to that one day," he said, uncovering my ears and holding my arms to my sides so I had to listen to him.

I shook my head vigorously. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Melanie, my dear, madness is like gravity…all it needs is a little push!" he laughed. I looked puzzled so he continued, "I could do this to anybody. You're just more fun to do it to because it was so easy. You were halfway there and I just made it simpler for you to see the light." He laughed again.

I thought I understood what he was saying. I was pretty sure though that before getting to know him, I wasn't on the verge of going crazy and killing people for fun. I realized that he was doing to me exactly what he did to Harvey Dent, except he was keeping me close, probably so that I didn't meet the same fate as quickly as Dent had. And me loving him is just an added bonus that will keep me near him, I thought bitterly.

He studied the expressions on my face. I knew I looked puzzled at first, then realization began to spread across it. He began to laugh again, "See, I knew you'd come around!" I glared at him. He stopped laughing suddenly as a huge grin spread across his face, "Come on Mels, let's see if Bats discovered our handiwork last night and what it means!"

I followed him to the couch as he flicked on the news. Sure enough, our killing spree was all over the news. Apparently, the next target he had planned was Commissioner Gordon. Just great, I thought. Interestingly enough, the newscasters seemed to have no idea on the meaning of two Joker cards. Apparently, they didn't know about me yet, but I knew Batman did and I'm sure if my dad was watching he could've guessed the meaning too.

The Joker slid closer to me on the couch and wrapped on arm around my shoulders. Awkward!! "Soo…when do you think we should go after the commissioner?"

"What? You mean you don't have a plan already?"

He laughed, "I never have a plan. I just do things. But fine, if you don't want to make a suggestion, I'll think of something later."

"Excellent," I said, halfway sarcastically. He chuckled and pulled me closer to him. I willingly leaned my head against his chest.

He turned the TV off then. I looked up at him curiously. He stared into my eyes, and licked his lips. Then he leaned over and began kissing me.

What the hell?! I thought. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let me. As I backed away he moved forward, unwilling to let our lips part. After a minute though, I sighed and gave up on getting away. I knew I loved him and I couldn't deny that one forever. I felt his arms wrap tighter around me, pulling me closer to him as his kissing became more powerful. I knew this was so wrong, but at the time I didn't really care.

I stayed happily in that moment kissing The Joker for a few minutes. I slowly unlocked are lips and inched backwards. I smiled at him and he looked expectantly back at me. "Want to watch a movie?" I asked.

He looked slightly puzzled by my question, but then he smiled and said, "Might as well because we can't really do much until nightfall."

I grinned and jumped up. I ran back to my room and began rummaging through the few movies I had brought with me. I knew not to pick a chick flick, so that really left me like no options. I decided on Iron Man. I started the movie and sat down on the couch, leaving enough space between The Joker and me so that neither of us would be tempted by the other.

Two hours later, when the movie ended, The Joker was the first to speak. "That movie was so cliché! I mean what is it with Hollywood always making it so that good trumps evil…it doesn't always have to work that way."

I couldn't help but laugh at how hurt he seemed by the turnout of the movie. "Guess they ought to make a movie about you, huh?" I said, teasingly.

"Yes, they should. I'd be great on the big screen and you'd better believe that they'd get the story right…no clichés here."

I laughed again. I really couldn't help it. It was hilarious to watch him get so flustered over a movie, something that was complete fiction.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"You," I answered truthfully. "And how upset you're getting over a movie."

"Well, maybe you should've picked a better movie. Then I wouldn't be 'upset' over the morbid clichés portrayed in it."

I laughed again. "So would you have rather a movie where like everybody dies?" I asked.

"Better than watching the bad guys always get beat down."

I rolled my eyes. I stood up and headed to my room again. "Where are you going?" he called after me.

"To get a better movie," I called back. I returned two minutes later holding Sweeney Todd. I popped it into the player and returned to the couch, sitting next to The Joker this time. As the movie began, I slid over and leaned against The Joker. He grinned and wrapped an arm around me, fully turning his attention to the movie. I smiled to myself knowing he wouldn't be complaining at the end of this one.