Willow sadly looked out the tinted window of Joker's new, dark green Chevy Tahoe, dreading work as they drove through Gotham behind Joey. The ride was a little longer than when Willow drove herself from the apartments, but as for right now she was thankful for that. It seemed all too soon, however, they had arrived at the club, and she sighed deeply before she opened the door, and without a word she closed it before she entered the club behind Joey.
"What's wrong?" Joey asked, stopping in front of her.
"Joker invited Loc and everyone here," she said as she rolled her eyes.
"So?" Joey asked.
"So?" Willow asked as she snapped her head back to him. "I hate him! Remember what happened last time?"
"You think he'll really pull anything off while Jacks' here?" Joey asked as he raised his eyebrows, leaning in close as if to be quiet. Willow thought about it for a moment.
"I guess not," she said as she looked down.
"Exactly," Joey said. "You'll be fine." He patted her shoulder before he started towards his office. Willow sighed and she went behind the stage just as Joker entered the club. He looked over to Britney, grinning widely as he waved at her, and he laughed to himself when she quickly turned away. He stared down the main aisle, and like he said he'd do, sat down at the large table directly in front of Willow's stage.
Willow took her time getting ready. She didn't straighten her hair, which gave her plenty of time to concentrate on making her make-up extra even and extra dark. She no longer used the make-up artists; she knew she could do it better her way. The more she thought about Loc being in the very same club as her, the more she wanted to taunt him and make him angry. Joey was right, if Joker was there he wouldn't try anything, and Joker most certainly wouldn't allow him to. She grinned slightly to herself as she looked for something to wear.
Joker had only been waiting ten minutes when he recognized Rocco and Henshaw making their way down the aisle.
"Rocco, Henshaw! Sit, please," he beckoned, holding out his hand to the chairs in front of him. He turned his back to the stage as he leaned across the table, folding his gloved hands in front of him. Loc appeared a second later, his hair thrown into his face, and he didn't wait to be invited to take a sit in between Rocco and Joker. Joker looked at him for a moment, Loc never had his hair down, it was always slicked back or hidden in a hat. He looked nervously over to Joker before he cleared his throat.
"W-where'd you end up going boss?" He asked as he shifted his eyes away for a moment.
"The issue here is where did you end up going?" Joker asked back as he continued to stare at him.
"My boy Rodger's house," he said. "Way the hell downtown. Took about half an hour to get here."
"Is that a problem, Loc?" Joker asked as he raised his eyebrows. "I most certainly don't wanna have to make you go out of your way for me."
Loc continued to stare at his boss. "No," he said.
"You know the apartment was burned down?" Rocco asked, and Joker turned to look at him.
"Yeah," he said. "And you'll never guess who was the mastermind behind that one."
"You didn't do it?" Loc asked, his eyes wide.
"Nope," Joker said. "Guess."
"It's wasn't that... Aspen chick, was it?" Henshaw asked as he rolled his eyes. Joker glared at him but couldn't help but grin while Loc lit a cigarette next to him.
"Willow," Joker corrected. "And bingo."
"Nah," Rocco complained. "How could she think to that?"
"Yeah boss, what's the deal with her anyway? I thought she was supposed to be dead by now."
"If only," Loc mumbled as he took a large drag. Joker looked back over to him, and he narrowed his eyes on his cheek, for his dark hair had moved in such a way he finally noticed what Loc had been trying to hide.
"Loc?" He asked calmly. "What's that on your face?"
Loc nervously looked over to him, his cigarette dangling out of his mouth. "Uh, what?"
Joker growled and quickly threw the cigarette out of his mouth. "That." He repeated as he pointed to the burn mark on his cheek. "Looks like a... burn mark?"
"Oh, y-yeah," he said. The room spun and he felt as though he was going to pass out. Like hell he could tell him Willow had done it. "Me n' the boys were just, ya know, messing around."
"Oh, yes," Joker said as he rolled his eyes. "I'm sure," he added with a growl as he leaned back. He knew he was lying.
Willow stepped onto the stage just as her heavy bass filled song started. She immediately noticed Joker and his 'crew' sitting at the very front table, and she couldn't help but smirk when she noticed them all stop talking and instantly look over her way, completely ignoring the other chick that had walked out as well. Joker turned in his seat to completely face the stage, grinning up at her, noticing how she didn't seem mad anymore. She noticed Loc's wide eyes as he stared at her, and she winked at him before she took the pole.
All the while she danced she kept an eye on not only Joker's reactions, but Loc's as well. She made sure to make eye contact with him, and move slowly when she stripped down, her silent way of saying to him 'you can't have this'. The thought made her smile. She noticed the two fat men staring as well, but she paid no attention to them. As always the rest of the club cheered and whistled for her, while all the girls, guests and strippers, glared at her and rolled their eyes. But she pushed them all to the back of her mind so she could focus on what she was trying to do.
Loc didn't take his eyes off of her once, and he was thankful that Joker had his back turned to him the entire time. It seemed all too soon her dance had ended, and after she collected her tips, she scurried off the stage with a wide, stupid smile, and all he wanted to do force that smile off of her.
"That answer your question, boys?" Joker asked as he turned back around, grinning widely. Rocco and Henshaw had nothing to say while Loc busied himself with lighting another cigarette. A few moments later Willow stepped down from the steps on the side of the stage, Joker in her line of sights. "Willow," he said once she had approached him. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, gently pulling her close to him. She grinned slightly as she looked at him, and she could feel Loc staring at the back of her head. Joker allowed his eyes to wander down, grinning at her choice of a purple bra and panties with black trim. "Won't you go get us a round of drinks, love? Bartender's choice?"
"Uh, sure," Willow said. Joker let his hand slide of her wrist and she started towards the bar. Britney frowned instantly when she turned and saw Willow.
"I need four drinks," she said. "Your choice."
Britney snorted as she laughed. "Right? And how old are you?"
Willow glared at her.
"Twenty, exactly," Britney said. "That's not legal, in case you weren't aware, And I-"
"It's not for me," Willow said. "It's for him," she added as she nodded back to Joker's table. She watched as Britney looked up before she nervously looked back down to Willow. "Bartender's choice," Willow said. "Bring it over to the table when it's ready."
She faked a smile, squinting her eyes, before she turned and started back towards Joker's table. They seemed to be in the middle of talking about something she figured was important, so she busied herself with pulling over a chair from another table. She couldn't help but gasp, however, when she felt Joker's arm snake around her hips, and he pulled her onto his lap. She looked over to Loc with her eyes, and she grinned slightly when she saw him glaring at her, that burn mark on his cheek more noticeable than ever, even with his sad attempt to cover it with his hair. Confidence washed over like a wave, and she looked away from him as she situated herself on Joker's lap. She placed an arm behind his neck and linked them at the wrists before she looked back over to Loc. Joker glanced up at her with his eyes as Rocco continued to explain something, and he followed her gaze to Loc. He stared at him for a moment before he finally turned back to Rocco.
"Don't recruit anyone, just yet," Joker said as he looked back to Rocco. He wrapped am arm around Willow's waist and squeezed, causing her to finally look away from Loc. "We'll be taking a little... vacation of sorts. Keep in touch with them though," he went on. "They'll be perfect for... future plans." Willow wondered what he was talking about, but figured it had no importance to her, and she turned just in enough time to see Britney making her way over with a tray, four glasses balanced on top. She stood on the opposite side of the table as she handed them out, straining her back as she struggled to reach across the table to set down Joker's drink. He smirked at her as she leaned back up, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.
"Why thank you, Britney," he growled as he looked up to her. "Put it on my tab," he added with a grin. Without missing a beat she quickly scurried away, causing Willow to grin as she turned back to the table. "Willow, why don't you go talk to Joey about leaving early tonight."
Willow looked down to him as she raised an eyebrow. She decided against asking any questions, though, and instead got off his lap, instantly heading to the private area to go find Joey.
"So, what are we supposed to do, boss?" Henshaw asked as he took a large chug of his drink, Rocco glaring at him all the while while Loc idly put his half finished cigarette out.
"Hang out," Joker said. "And don't do anything stupid," he warned. Loc stood up from his seat and without a word disappeared behind the curtain. Joker watched him go, an eyebrow raised before he turned back to Rocco and Henshaw.
"Since I know you two wouldn't lie to me, what is that burn mark on his face?"
"I dunno boss," Henshaw started.
"He came in one night with it one there. He was actin' pretty mad."
"When was this?" Joker pondered on further.
"Not too long ago. I think the night Willow got back," Rocco answered. Joker leaned back now as he took a sip from his glass. Interesting...
Willow had just stepped down from the stairs that led up to Joey's office, and she gasped when she saw Loc. She finally narrowed her eyes at him and started to go around him, but he stepped to the side, blocking her. She sighed as she stepped back.
"What?" She finally sighed as she looked back up at him.
"You are fucking ridiculous," Loc said as he took another step closer to her. "I see what you're doing, and it's pathetic," he said. He looked around the bare room before he grinned, stepping closer to her. "So what happens to little, weak Willow when no one is around to protect her?"
Willow nervously looked to the side, her heart racing, but she felt it slow down when she saw a shadow on the wall of the stairs. She turned back to Loc and smirked at him. He raised an eyebrow, confused for a second, before he moved closer to her. He had just grabbed her wrist when he heard someone clear their throat. He quickly turned to face the noise and he instantly let go of Willow's wrist. Joey started over towards the pair.
"There a problem?" He asked, instantly recognizing Loc.
"Kind of," Willow said in a girly, innocent voice as she pursed her lips out, taking a step back towards Joey as she looked at Loc. Joey raised his eyebrows at Loc as he placed his hand on Willow's hip.
"You're out of your fucking mind," Loc said as he took a step closer to her again, ignoring Joey. He laughed as he shook his head. "What? You think your so bad because you got these guys on your team? You're a fucking slut."
"Hey!" Joey yelled at him as he pushed Willow to the side. He took a step closer to Loc and glared down at him. "Get out of my fucking club. Now."
Loc smirked up at him. "This ain't your business, bud," he said, his voice harsh and scratchy.
"You're right," Joey said, his voice an even tone suddenly as he took a step back again. "This is between you, her, and him."
Loc turned when Joey nodded, and his stomach dropped when he saw Joker take a step inside.
"There a problem here?" he asked as he titled his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at Loc.
"N-no," he started. "I was just trying to-"
"Man this dude is always gettin' at Willow," Joey said as he raised his hand towards Loc.
Joker raised his hand to him as he continued to glare at Joey. "And we have ways of dealing with childish issues like this," Joker said. He looked to Willow. "You need to stop putting yourself out there," Joker said as he raised his eyebrows at her. Her mouth dropped in protest but he went on. "Someone's not going to always be around the corner to save you," he added. "And you need to learn when enough is enough." Joker turned back to Loc. "I'm sure you remember the little talk we had about that, yes? Those scars will never heal if you don't stop picking."
Loc swallowed as he backed up, and Willow couldn't help but grin. Loc caught this and was just about to say something, but Joker was quick to interrupt.
"Get out of here," he said. "Go," he added when Loc hesitated. He quickly turned and disappeared behind the curtain, and beyond it as it swayed he could see him instantly headed towards the door, motioning for Rocco and Henshaw to follow. "Go wait for me at the door, Willow," he sighed as he held his hand to his temple.
"But I need my stuff-"
"Joey will get it. Go," he growled. Willow closed her mouth and looked down as she started towards the curtain. Joey took a step up to Joker once she had disappeared.
"What are you gonna do about him?" He asked quietly. Joker closed his eyes tight as he rubbed his eyes with his hands, not caring how badly he was smearing the paint. He sighed as he dropped his hands down to the sides, the black now smeared out, mixing with the white to make gray on his forehead and cheeks. He didn't answer Joey, however, and instead started towards the doors where Willow was waiting. She glanced up at him as he instantly started out the door, and she quickly followed him, shivering instantly as she headed towards the Tahoe.
Once they arrived back home Joker wasted no time with instantly heading towards the house. Joey had given him a garage door opener which he used to open the main garage, and he disappeared inside the house, leaving Willow to close the garage doors behind them. She sighed as she stepped inside. The house was dark and quiet, and she glanced upstairs, taking notice that their guest bedroom lights were off. She wondered where he went, but the thought didn't entice her to search for him. Instead she started up the stairs to go change.
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About an hour or so passed with no word from Joker. From in the guest room Willow heard when Joey got home, but she never heard him speak to anyone. She spent the time laying in the bed, just looking up at the ceiling and playing with her knife when there was a knock on the door. She put her knife down before she opened the door.
"Jack wants you," Joey said.
"Where is he?" Willow asked.
"My office," Joey said as he rolled his eyes. He started back downstairs, Willow right behind him. She rounded the corner to the living room and proceeded down the small dark hallway. She didn't waste her time knocking and instead gently opened the office door.
The room was large, and all the way across from her Joker sat at Joey's giant wrap around desk, his office phone clutched in his hand as he held it away from his head. He glanced up when Willow shut the door before he looked back down to the cherry wood desk. As Willow got closer she could hear someone talking on the phone. Joker placed it back to his ear.
"Uh-huh," he said in a dull tone before he held the phone away from himself again. Willow's eyebrows met in the middle as she watched him pretend to be listening to whatever the person on the other end was talking about. A long moment later Joker finally placed the phone at his ear again. His eyes wandered up and to the left, and when he heard Rocco still going on about nothing, he hung the phone up with a sigh.
"What happened tonight?" He asked as he looked up to Willow finally.
"I don't know," she said as she crossed her arms. She was wearing another big black t-shirt and a pair of pajama pants.
"You and I both know you entice him, Willow," Joker said as he leaned forward, licking his lips. "Don't you," he pushed on when Willow was quiet.
"I guess," she said.
"Which brings me to my next point," Joker said as he stood up from the big, black chair now. "Stop. I am not going to be the one to deal with the everlasting drama between you two. I've talked to him once about it, which obviously wasn't enough."
Willow watched him as he rounded the desk and he came to stand in front of her now. The only thing that could have made this moment perfect was if Joker had taken off a pair of reading glasses as he sighed before going on. The thought made Willow grin.
"It's safe to assume you gave him that burn mark, yes?" Joker asked as he narrowed his eyes on her, wondering why she was grinning.
"Yes," she said in a small voice. "The night I got back. I burnt him with my cigarette."
Joker couldn't help but laugh out his nose. "Of course you did," he said as he rolled his eyes.
"What are you going to do?" Willow finally asked a moment later as she looked up at him. Joker closed his mouth as he looked down at her. What could he do? If he was to go have another 'talk' with Loc, In Willow's eyes it would prove that he 'cared' about her enough to protect her from the likes of him, and he couldn't have that. He could kill him, but that would only make that picture more vibrant in Willow's eyes.
"That's for me to know," he finally said. "You though, my dear, little Willow, need to keep it all to yourself," he said. Willow rolled her eyes now only for Joker to quickly grab her jaw. "And stop rolling those pretty little eyes at me." Willow swallowed as she looked at him with wide eyes. "We clear?" he went on as he lowered his head, glaring at her from under the ridge of his eyebrows. Willow nodded her head as best she could before Joker finally let her go, and she could feel where the excess paint from his glove had rubbed off on her jaw. Joker started back around to the desk, instantly picking up the phone again, which left Willow time to leave without another word. She closed the door gently behind her as she walked back out to the kitchen. The time on the clock on the microwave read that it was just about one thirty in the morning, and she wondered how the time could have passed them so quickly. The house was dark, and Willow figured Joey had gone to bed. She figured the best thing to do was for her to do the same.
She frowned once she turned the light off in the room. The moonlight was shining brightly into the room, and she wondered why Joey didn't have curtains. She sighed once she reached her side of the bed, and she bent down as she took her pajama pants off. The tossed them to the side before she pulled back the comforter and sheet, and she sighed in content once she laid her head on the pillow. She closed her eyes as a yawn escaped passed her.
Joker made it to the room a good ten minutes later. After all the bullshit, all Joker wanted to do was sleep. Granted he had plans for him and Willow leaving early, but now any urges he had had completely left him now, and all he wanted to do was sleep off the bad night and quit thinking about what he was going to do about Loc. But once he had stripped down to his boxers, however, and pulled back the covers, it seemed those urges came rushing back to him as he came to stare at Willow's ass beneath her raised shirt. The cold air hitting her caused her to sigh sleepily as she straightened her legs out, and Joker couldn't help but grin as he got into the bed, trying to ignore the bright moonlight.
He turned his body to face her, her back to him, and he continued to stare at the back of her head, listening to her even breathing. The light from the moon illuminated everything in a pale blue color, and suddenly Joker wasn't so tired anymore. He 'hmm-ed' to himself as he snaked a hand under Willow's waist, and as he moved towards the middle of the bed he pulled her towards him until her back hit his chest.
Willow's eyes snapped open once she felt herself forcefully slide back and she felt her skin go cold once she felt her back hit Joker's bare chest. She held perfectly still as Joker bent the arm that was under her at the elbow and he let his hand rest on her shoulder against the bed. Her heart beat started to slow as she finally let herself relax, figuring Joker was just in a weird mood, and she finally allowed herself to close her eyes, wondering if she had even fallen asleep in the first place. A silly smile came to play on her lips when she realized she was actually spooning with the Joker, but she gasped out loud a second later when she felt Joker run a finger down the length of her through her thin, lacy purple underwear. Her eyes snapped opened and widened as he stroked her again, and she closed her eyes, sighing as he put more pressure on his long strokes.
He grinned from behind her, just able to see the side of her exposed face and her parted lips. Using the same hand, he pushed her legs apart, Willow obeying his silent command by bringing her knee up, and she gasped when Joker pushed her underwear to the side before running his middle finger over her already wet clit. She closed her eyes tighter and breathed out, Joker full on smirking now as he moved his head closer to her.
"That feel good?" He asked, his voice low and raspy, it sending a shiver up Willow's spine.
"Mmhm," she replied gently. Joker laughed slightly from his nose before he pushed two fingers inside her, and she responded quickly by arching her back against him, her mouth falling open. Joker brought his free hand down from her shoulder and pulled her even closer to him as he gently moved his fingers in and out of her, circling her entrance occasionally before he'd push his fingers in again, his own way of teasing her. Before she could wonder what was going on or why, Joker quickened his pace as he forced his fingers inside her harder and deeper, and she moaned out. She continued to whimper as Joker moved his fingers in and out of her, pausing every now and again to wiggle them from deep inside. Her eyes opened and she rolled them to the ceiling before she turned onto her back. Joker leaned up and pushed the blankets off of them so he could see her legs now, and he pulled his fingers out of her.
"Take them off," he commanded once she opened her eyes to look at him. She did as she was told, raising her hips off the bed to take her underwear off and she tossed them to the ground. She turned back to Joker as she leaned on her elbows, and she felt her heart sink when he grinned at her, placing his two sticky, wet fingers into his mouth. Her eyes widened before he slid them back out of his mouth and he instantly plunged them deep inside of her. She gasped as she fell back to the bed, and she clutched the sheet on either side of her. As Joker continued to finger her he looked back to her face and tugged on her shirt with his free hand. She understood his silent hint and reached for the bottom of her shirt with shaky hands. Joker watched as she slide her shirt off of her, and he grinned down at her bare breasts before he stuck his tongue out, licking her nipple. Willow groaned as she lifted her chin into the air, feeling as though she was going to finish any second. It was as if Joker knew this and he gently slid his fingers out of her as he brought his face up to hers. She opened her eyes and couldn't help but but lean up and catch his lips in a kiss. She moaned into him when she felt him trace her bottom lip with his tongue, and she felt him grab her hips and squeeze before he suddenly lifted her onto him. She grinned down at him as she straddled herself on his lap, and her fingers instantly found the top of his gray and purple boxers.
She wondered how this had come to happen all so quickly as she slid them down, but at the moment it seemed as though nothing mattered. Suddenly all that time in Arkham meant nothing to her; she wanted him, now. She leaned down on him for another kiss as Joker gripped her hips again. She had just opened her mouth to deepen the kiss when she suddenly felt Joker plunge deep inside her, and she cried out at the slight pain. She felt frozen on the spot, feeling as if she was to do anything it would only hurt more. She opened her eyes and bit her lip as she continued to stare down at him. Finally it seemed the pain was fading away, and after what seemed like an hour she finally sat up, keeping her balance with her knees.
She looked directly into Joker's eyes as she grinned at him, and she moved her hips in tight circles. Joker growled as he allowed himself to close his eyes and he gently kept his hands on her hips, and he vaguely wondered why they had never tried this position before. He came to open his eyes again once Willow started moving up and down slowly, and he could see the muscles in her thighs as she brought herself up and down on the long length of him. She moaned to herself as she closed her eyes, tilting her head back, and she felt Joker slide his hands up her sides, enjoying the sight of her thin and curvy body. She brought her head back down as she leaned her body forward, and she dipped her back, rubbing her breasts against Joker's face as she moved her hips in slow circles again. Joker's tongue came out to trace the soft skin around her nipples before he brought it into her mouth, his teeth clanking against the jewelery there. Willow closed her eyes and moaned out, only to scream out in pain when Joker bit down on her. Within an instant he had placed his hands back on her hips and he turned them over, and he grinned down at her as he hovered over her.
Just as Willow finally took in a deep breath Joker entered her quickly, going in as far as he could, and he growled when he felt her clench around him tightly. He held himself up with his hands as he continued to thrust in and out of her, hard, watching Willow's boobs as they bounced. He leaned down and bit her neck, keeping his teeth clamped tightly around her skin. She whimpered out at the pain and she ran her fingers through his hair before she tugged on it, making two tight fists as she pulled. Joker growled against her as he moved to bite the front of her neck, and Willow yelled out before she started to pant. Joker laughed against her before he finally let go.
"Scream a little louder," Joker said with a grin as he pulled himself out of her again, Willow's eyes opening the second he did. "I don't think Joey can hear you."
Willow dazedly laughed as Joker pulled her down with him towards the foot of the bed, and he grabbed her wrists before he forced her up.
"Bend over," he said in that rough, low voice, and the room spun faster as Willow quickly turned around. She placed her elbows on the bed as she stuck her ass in the air. She looked behind her and grinned as she swayed her hips side to side. Joker looked from her ass over to her, and he locked his eyes with hers before he grinned evilly. Without warning he suddenly slapped her ass as hard as she could, her pitch one notch off from a full on scream as the slap echoed off the walls. Pain pulsated through her body as he hit her again and again, until finally he placed his hand on her back, forcing her ass back up, and he quickly rammed himself inside her with a grunt. Willow moaned out as she dropped her face down, her legs hitting the bed at each thrust Joker took. She had forgotten how good sex with Joker felt, and she found herself wishing it would never end.
Joker watched his actions as he continued to pound into her, and he reached down, rubbing his finger along her clit again. Willow arched her back and cried out as Joker used two fingers to push on it with a tremendous amount of pressure. Willow could feel sweat forming on the top of her forehead and back of her neck as Joker continued to thrust deeply inside of her and push on her until finally her body released itself. Her orgasm washed over her quickly and she went lightheaded as she came, feeling goosebumps forming all over her skin.
He growled when he felt Willow tighten around him, and he continued move his fingers over her throbbing clit, Willow panting all the while, the intense pleasure turning to pain as she withered around on the bed, her body too sensitive to take any more at this point. Joker grabbed both of her hips as he brought himself into her as far as he could before he rolled his eyes to the back of his head, releasing himself into her as she groaned. He kept himself inside her just a short moment longer before he finally slid himself out of her. Willow continued to pant and she squealed as joker pushed her further onto the bed, her face rubbing against the sheets. She groaned as she brought herself up further before she plopped her head down on the pillow, Joker laying next to her a short second after. Willow grinned at him as she turned around, and without thinking she scooted back towards Joker. He breathed out as he placed his hand on her hip while Willow went back to bringing the comforter over them. She wanted to say something, but she knew there wasn't much to be said, and she didn't want to ruin the moment. Behind her Joker had already closed his eyes as he hummed contently to himself as he moved his hand from her hip to cup her right breast tightly. Willow grinned one final time before she attempted to move her body closer to him, and she finally closed her own eyes.
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Willow wasn't surprised when she turned around to face an empty bed. She frowned as she stared across the room to the large closet. As she woke up more the longer she laid there, trying to ignore the blaring, morning sun, she realized the shower was running. She smiled as she remembered what had happened last night. She got over how completely random it was, and she knew, as always, it was better to just not ask any questions, especially if she wanted it to happen again.
She finally rose out of bed, and she quickly threw on a pair of black shorts and a gray tank top, not bothering to put on any underwear. The sunlight illuminated the house in a gorgeous, orange-yellow glow that only seemed to make the house look more fabulous. She had an unusual bounce as she went down the stairs, suddenly craving a glass of ice tea she had noticed was in the fridge the previous day. She went about pouring herself a glass, wondering what she could busy herself with doing that day. She turned to face the living room as she took a sip from her glass, the tea cold and sweetened to perfection. She figured she'd start her day off with some TV, as always, and she had just taken a step towards the living room when she froze suddenly.
She listened as the front door opened, this was no surprise but the voice after the action was what surprised her.
"Joey?"
She knew the voice didn't belong to Joker, or Joey, not that he'd be calling his own name. This voice wasn't as deep as Joker or Joey's, and seemed smooth and even, the word 'professional' came to Willow's mind. She remained in the middle of the kitchen, frozen, listening as this person, who clearly knew Joey well enough to just walk into the house, as he closed the door and started down the entryway to the kitchen.
"Joey?' He asked again just as he rounded the corner. He glanced down the hallway before he turned his head towards the kitchen and he jumped slightly. "Oh, hello." He blinked a few times, and Willow caught his gaze flicker downward before he quickly looked back up to her with a wide smile. "I'm Dan Wallace."
Willow stared at him, her eyebrows furrowed in the middle until it suddenly hit her. It was Joey's older brother.
"O-oh," she said, her eyes wide. She looked as if she was a deer caught in the head lights. "Hi."
"What's your name?" He asked, that wide, confused, cheesy smile never leaving his face. Willow made a confused face again. She figured he'd surely recognize her. Her stomach sank as she realized that their gig was up; surely she'd be thrown in Arkham again unless Joker was to kill her first. But Dan continued to smile at her, giving her the impression he literally had no idea who she was.
"Whitney," she said slowly, deciding not to give him her real name. He seemed very business like, though in a very unusual way. He wore a black suit, only his tie was a metallic light blue, and he wore a large, silver chain necklace, his shoes the same shade of blue as well. He carried what seemed to be a snakeskin briefcase, though in his other hand he carried a black bowlers hat. His dark brown, thick hair was slicked backward and proofed at the top, his eyebrows thick and full. He had the same nose as Joey only his lips were a little more flatly shaped.
"Hmm," Dan said as he nodded at her. He finally took a step into the kitchen and held out his hand. "Well Whitney, it's nice to meet you."
"You too..." Willow said slowly. Behind Dan she noticed Joey quickly making his way towards the kitchen.
"Danny? What are you doing here?" He asked rather rudely.
"I missed you too, Joey," Dan said, his tone suddenly flat and quiet. "Who is this striking young lady?" He asked as he looked back to Willow before back to Joey. He paused as he stared at Willow, and she widened her eyes as she tilted her head.
"That's my... girlfriend," Joey said as he walked into the kitchen. Willow felt the room spin as she followed Joey's movement into the kitchen.
"No way," Dan said as he set his briefcase and hat on the counter. "Joey's got himself a steady girlfriend?"
"Yeah," Joey said slowly. Willow swallowed as she looked back to Dan, who continued to eye here.
"Must have had a pretty rough night." He observed the bite marks on her neck and she gasped slightly as Joey snapped his head over to his brother.
"Dan!" He practically yelled.
"What?" Dan asked. "Come on Joey, it's obvious," he said as he pointed to Willow, still grinning. Joey turned to Willow, his eyes traveling to her neck and he rolled his eyes, remembering finally why he had such a hard time falling asleep.
"Sure," Joey went on to say. A door closing upstairs caused him to quickly glance at the ceiling before he looked back down to Willow, her own face panic-stricken.
"Joseph, you've really gotta get some curtains in that room," Joker's voice floated through out the house until he finally appeared at the entrance of the kitchen and living room, Willow and Joey glaring at him. Dan turned his attention to Joker and he gasped slightly upon instantly noticing those scars on Joker's face. Willow couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, thankful Joker hadn't put his greasepaint on and he was wearing fairly normal clothes, consisting of black dress pants and a gray button down shirt. Joker had been rubbing a towel back and forth on the top of his wet head, and he paused, the towel perfectly hiding his fading green hair. "Hello," he said. "You must be Dan."
"Y-yes," Dan said as he held out his hand. "Dan Wallace."
"Jack," Joker answered as he faked a smile at Dan and he shook his hand, keeping the towel on top of his head. "It's uh... a pleasure."
Dan continued to nervously eye him as he leaned back against the counter, and he turned to Joey.
"Joey I had no idea you had people living here," he said. "That is so unlike you."
"Uh, yeah," Joey said. "Jack's a friend of mine," he started. "Some issues came up and I offered to let him stay here. For some reason," he added with a mumble.
"That's really unlike you," Dan said as he shifted his weight and he turned back to Joker, who was grinning at him, clearly confused as to why this idiot wasn't putting two and two together. "Joey is the most selfish guy," he started. "When we were kids he'd always-"
"Danny," Joey said with a groan. "Not now, okay?"
Dan straightened up as he glared at Joey. "You know I hate being called that, Joey," he said. "I could call you Joseph, just like Mother intended, however I am not going to sink down to your level."
Joey rolled his eyes and shook his head as he leaned against the counter by the sink. Willow continued to awkwardly stand in the middle of the kitchen, waiting for pure chaos to happen at any second. Why wasn't Joker doing anything? And why didn't he recognize them?
"So Whitney, how long have you and Joey been together?"
"Together?" Joker repeated as he looked to Willow, and he glanced at Joey before he titled his head, looking back to Willow with a grin as she hesitated. "Yes, Whitney, how long has it been, again?"
Willow felt her breath hitch as she wondered what to say. "A few months," she said with a forced smile.
"Wow and she's already living here? A little fast don't you think, Joey?"
Joey sighed as he touched his fingers to his temple. "Whatever you say, Dan."
"The longest relationship I've ever heard of him having lasted for six months. You think you can beat that?"
"Of course they can," Joker said. "They're perfect for each other. Great chemistry between these two. Trust me, I've witnessed it." He winked at Willow and she nervously looked back to Dan, just wanting to die and melt on the spot. Dan looked back to Joker, clearly feeling a little uneasy about him. Joker looked back to him, that grin still on his face. He watched as Dan's eyes fell to his scars before he looked back up to him.
"You look nervous," Joker said as he narrowed his eyes on him. "Is it the scars?"
"Honestly," Dan said. "Yes, it is. What happened?"
Joker remained blankly staring at him as panic arose in the room, not only in Dan but also in Joey and Willow.
"You know," Joker started. "I have a hard time believing that you don't recognize me-"
"He's been in Europe!" Joey quickly spoke up as he leaned off the counter. "He runs a series of underground strip clubs," he said. "He's been there for years now. I thought I told you this, Jack?"
"I don't recall, Joey," Joker said as he turned back to Dan. Willow was nervous, but she had a hard time fighting back the urge to grin at the site of Joker's towel on his head. He looked ridiculous. "But that's very interesting. You uh... don't watch TV too often, do ya?"
"Oh, no," Dan said as he waved his hand with a roll of his eyes. "I have better things to do than waste my time with that rubbish."
"Rubbish?" Joey repeated. "That some British lingo you picked up there, Danny?"
"Dan. And yes it is," he stated proudly. Joker laughed out from his nose and everything fell silent.
"Will- uh, I mean baby," Joey started as he placed his hand around her hips. "Can I speak to you upstairs?"
"Yeah," she said, and without missing a beat she started towards the stairs. Joey shot Joker a look that clearly read 'come with us!' as he walked passed him.
"You're gonna have to excuse their rudeness," Joker said as he turned back to Dan, grabbing an end of the towel on top of his head as he took a step backwards. "It was a pleasure meeting you," he added darkly before he turned on his heel quickly to head to the stairs. As he started up them he took the towel off his head. He glanced around before he noticed Joey and Willow in Joey's bedroom, and he walked inside, closing the door behind him, instantly turning to grin at him.
"That was fucking close!" Joey instantly started, pointing a finger at Joker. "You're lucky my brother is fucking stupid!"
"No, you're lucky," Joker pointed back. "I could kill him and clean up the mess all within twenty minutes," he stated as he nodded his head.
"That is out of the question," Joey said as he turned to go over to his large, dark wood bed.
"But you hate him," Joker pointed out. Joey growled as he rolled his eyes.
"Look," he started. "You can't go downstairs while he's here."
Joker's dirty blond eyebrows met in the middle. "Why?" He asked in that clowny voice.
"Because!" Joey said, his eyes wide. "Look at you! Those fucking scars dude, green hair! You're a trip if you think he won't eventually recognize you."
"Obviously he won't," Joker said. "You said it yourself, Joseph, he's stupid. He's been out of the states and doesn't watch the news. I can tell- he's so wrapped up in his own little world he'll have no idea. How long is he staying here?"
"I don't know," Joey said.
"It's your house," Willow finally spoke up. "Kick him out."
"It's harder than that," Joey said as he glanced at her.
"Great idea, Whitney," Joker growled as he stepped over to her. "By the way, has the wedding date been planned yet?"
"Man shut up!" Joey said.
"You two are overreacting," Joker said as he rolled his eyes. "And spoiling my fun."
"Joey? Joey are you coming down anytime soon?"
Joey closed his eyes and forced air out of his nose loudly. "Okay, look," he started. "He's probably not staying long, and if that's the case, then well continue this little charade."
Joker grinned as he looked to Joey now.
"You are my girlfriend," he said, pointing to Willow. "And you need to keep your hair slicked back," Joey said as he looked to the top of Joker's head. "And wet. I got gel you can you use. You can't tell its green when it looks wet."
"Well Joseph... why do you have gel if you don't have any hair?" Joker inquired. Joey glared at him and Willow rolled her eyes.
"Knock it off you guys!" Willow finally spoke up with wide eyes, and she glanced at Joey then to Joker, who raised his eyebrows at her.
"Joseph, control your girlfriend," Joker said as he nodded at Willow, Joey growling at him again. Willow rolled her eyes. "Oh, and by the way," Joker said as he placed his arm around Willow. "I tapped that last night," he said stupidly as he leaned his head towards Willow, his eyebrows raised. Joey glared at him.
"I heard," he said in a rough, harsh voice. Joker laughed loudly as his arm slid off of Willow's shoulders. She had never seen him act so happy and obnoxious.
"It doesn't bother you that I fucked your girlfriend?" He asked loudly, purposely.
"Shh!" Joey said as he took a step towards Joker. "I swear man, stop it!"
Joker continued to laugh, only to close his eyes and fold his arms around his stomach as he silently continued to laugh. Willow couldn't help but grin as she watched Joker enjoy himself with this whole act. Joey glared at him a moment longer before he started Willow towards the door.
"Go in my bathroom," he said to Joker, his hand on the handle. "And go put that gel in your hair. I mean it man," he warned quickly before he finally opened the door, allowing Willow to step out ahead of him.
"I hope everything's okay," Dan said as he looked up at them from the bottom of the stairs.
"How long you stayin' here man?" Joey asked as he followed Willow down the stairs.
"I was hoping I could stay the weekend," he said. "Surely you have enough room for your own flesh and blood, Joey."
Joey rolled his eyes as he continued to follow Willow into the kitchen, where she picked up her glass to take a slow, steady sip from it. A few seconds later they heard Joker start down the stairs again, and they both held their breaths, hoping he had obeyed Joey with his hair. There was every chance in the world that he had not...
But as he appeared, they both sighed in relief at the site of his hair slicked back. Just above his forehead nothing but his natural, dirty blond hair showed while the back got darker, the wetness of the gel hiding the green perfectly. It seemed as though his hair was just wet. His hair couldn't have picked a more perfect time to fade.
"The weekend?" Joey repeated now as he placed his palms on the counter, exposing his muscles.
"Yeah," he said. "Then I've got a high end hotel closer to the coast," he stated. "I just wanted to visit you, little brother," he said. "See how ol' Line of Jewels is going. Has it gone under yet?" He asked with a wink.
"No," Joey said. "I am doing just fine with it," he defended.
"Well, good," Dan said somewhat flatly. "Does Whitney know all about the place?"
"I work there," she quickly said, unsure if that was good or not.
"I should have known," Dan said with a smile. "You've definitely got the body, and it's only natural Joey would get with a stripper. But I'm not that kind of guy," he said once he noticed a flash of anger run though Willow's face. "I respect strippers, high end strippers anyway."
"You know Whitney started out pretty low," Joker started as he nodded, raising his eyebrows. Willow looked nervously over to him, wishing he'd just shut up and quit hinting at things and being such a smart ass. He was only making matters worse. "She was working at Midnight Misses. Terrible, dirty place," Joker said as he shook his head. "It was a good thing she went to Joey's club, isn't it, Joseph?"
Joey was glaring at Joker. He had never hated him more in his life. "A very good thing, Jack," answered.
"Well that's great," Dan said, quickly losing interest in the story. "I'm glad you didn't stay there any longer, Whitney. Now Joey, about my room?" He started as he raised his dark eyebrows. "I assume the guest bed is-"
"No," Joey said. "Jack's staying there."
"You haven't finished the basement?" Dan asked dumbfound, and Joey shook his head. "Well then," Dan said. "Jack, I'm sure you wouldn't mind giving up the room for two nights-"
"Actually, Dan, I do," Jack said. "See I have... important things in there, things I don't want anyone going through," he said. Willow instantly thought to his collection of various guns and knives in the closet.
"I wouldn't," Dan started slowly.
"I have an issue with trust," Joker said as he forced a smile, exposing those dimples.
"The couch will suit you fine, Danny," Joey said as he rolled his eyes. Dan awkwardly looked from Joker to his brother, unsure of what to say since he had clearly lost the bargain.
"Well Joey, why don't you show me the house?"
"You've seen it before," Joey said flatly. Dan was not going make a fool of himself this time, however, and he straightened his posture.
"I'm sure it's changed since the five years I've been here, Joey." He glared at his brother. Finally Joey rolled his eyes, realizing it was the perfect opportunity to get his brother away from the Joker. "Let me show you my office," Joey growled as he started passed him towards the hall. Dan smiled at Willow and Joker before he followed Joey around the corner. Willow looked over to Joker and couldn't help but smirk at him.
"What?" He growled at her as he took a step forward, eying those bite marks on her neck.
"Nothing," she said with a grin.
"Don't get used to this look," he said, his voice gruff. "I'm merely doing Joey a favor."
"I know," Willow said as she continued to grin, and she instantly started towards the stairs.
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About an hour later, after Willow had straightened up the bathroom, making sure any hint of Joker was clear from it and the guest room, she wandered downstairs where she found Joey cooking something in the kitchen.
"Hey," she said as she glanced around. "Where'd Dan go?"
"The store," Joey answered as he rolled his eyes. "To get his special, imported beef jerky."
Willow laughed. "How is it possible that he seriously doesn't know who we are?" She asked. Joey looked into her green eyes with a shrug.
"He's stupid, like I said. And like Jack guessed, he really is in his own little word, blinded by his own success," Joey said, seeming as though he had read it straight out of a book of poetry. "I hate it," he finally spat as he went back to stirring something on the stove.
"But the time he's in Gotham," Willow started. "He'll find out eventually. Aren't you worried?"
Joey froze for a moment. "It's stupid but I honestly don't think he will. If he does, we'll worry about it then."
Willow sighed. "I can't go back to Arkham Joey," she said as she bowed her head. "But on the other hand, I don't want to see your brother get killed."
"Really?" Joey asked as he looked over to her. "I do."
Willow grinned slightly.
"It's all good, girl," he said as he turned the burner off. Willow smiled at him.
"Where's Joker?" She asked.
"Office," Joey said as he rolled his eyes. "Hey you gotta make sure he doesn't blow his cover," he said. "Make sure he keeps his hair like that. Even though he looks like a fuckin' stupid ass."
Willow giggled at this, not able to help but agree. Without another word she started towards Joey's office. The door was slightly ajar, so she pushed it open, gently closing it behind her. She glanced around the room, finally noticing the dark red couch, large dark wooden bookcase and matching furniture, the overall appearance of the room very dark, the light dim. She finally came to look at Joker sitting at the desk across from her, and she couldn't help but grin. His body language was all his own, with his back slumped as he leaned on his elbow on the desk, moving his finger back and forth over something on the desk, his shirt sleeves pushed up. His hair and face however made him look almost like a whole different person. The slicked back, gel look just wasn't Joker, at all. She had the undying urge to just run her hand through it and mess it all up. But she refrained from doing so and she placed her hands on the desk, leaning on it as she watched him talk on the phone.
"Mhm," he said in that clowny voice, again his voice highly contrasting with his hair and face. "And is it male or female?"
The voice on the other end spoke quickly, and Willow wondered who he was talking to and about what.
"Hm, perfect. And how long, did you say? Ah yes, two feet. I believe they can reach a maximum of seven, yes? Though unlikely?"
He sat back in the chair now with a sigh, and he raised his eyes to look at Willow from under the ridge of his eyebrows. His eyes wondered down a second later to her shirt, which he could perfectly see down. A small grin came to play on his lips before he rolled his eyes back and he tilted his head up.
"Sounds perfect, Jimbo!" He finally said. "I'll call you so we can arrange the trade," he added darkly. "And you have a super day as well." He hung up the phone. He looked up to Willow now as he leaned forward, linking his fingers together on the desk. "Yes?"
"What were you talking about?" Willow asked. Joker rolled his eyes.
"Willow, Willow, Willow," he started as he stood from the chair. "Always up and in people's business, hmm?"
Willow looked down slightly. "No," she defended.
"Well if you must know," Joker started as he roamed over to Joey's giant bookcase, and he started browsing over book titles. "We're getting a little... pet of sorts."
"A pet?" Willow asked, her tone higher and her eyed widened. Joker looked over to her, an eyebrow arched. "What kind?"
Joker chuckled as he turned back to the bookcase, and took one from the shelf and opened to the first page. "Hope you're not afraid of snakes, doll."
"Snakes?" Willow asked. "I like snakes," she said somewhat passively with a shrug.
"Do you?" Joker asked as he looked back to her. He closed the book and set it on the shelf before he started over to her. "Do you like rattlesnakes?"
"O-oh," Willow started as she looked down once Joker had reached her. He grinned down at her, showing the top of his yellowed teeth. "Those are venomous," she stated.
"And Joey's brother is an idiot," Joker stated the obvious as well, and Willow sighed.
"What do you need a venomous snake for?" She asked somewhat nervously.
"Reasons," Joker said. "Chaotic reasons." Willow grinned.
"But I can't play with a rattlesnake," she said. "It'll bite me..."
"I'm counting on it," Joker joked with a smirk and Willow frowned.
"In high school my friend owned a Red-tailed Boa," she said. "She was a cool snake."
"Do tell more," Joker said sarcastically as he started towards the office door, and Willow rolled her eyes as she followed him. What an asshole.
"Where'd ol' brother-boy go?" Joker asked loudly as he stepped into the kitchen, Joey sitting at the counter.
"To get himself some special food," Joey answered with a mouthful.
"Ah," Joker said as he started towards the stairs now. "Willow," he called out a moment later, and she wasted no time with quickly starting over to him.
"Don't tell Joey about our pet," he started quietly once she had gotten there. "I want it to be uh... a surprise."
Willow nodded and watched as Joker quickly jogged up the stairs. She rolled her eyes, knowing that Joey would freak out once he realized Joker had smuggled a poisonous snake into his house.
Everyone had done their own thing for the rest of the day. Willow spent her time in the guest bedroom after a long shower, just playing with her knife and staring up at the ceiling while she pet Arlo, who she had happily invited into the room and onto the bed. Joey and Joker had been downstairs, discussing plans on how to tackle finishing the basement while Dan hung out in Joey's office, finishing up some business like paperwork. Around seven o' clock, after the sun had done down, Willow Joey and Joker had all gathered into the living room and were watching another action movie. Willow hadn't been paying attention, and her head snapped to the hall when she heard a door open around nine o' clock. Her heart pounding, she quickly stood from the couch and plopped down next to Joey on the shorter couch. Joker glanced at her, confused on why she had gotten out of her spot next to him until he heard walking down the hallway. Joey quickly placed his arm around Willow's shoulders just as Dan appeared.
"What are you guys watching?" he asked as he started to the kitchen. He had taken his black suit coat off as well as his tie, and had unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his muscled chest and some of his abs. He rummaged around a cabinet before he drew out some of his Beef Jerky, and he sat down on the opposite end of Joker, nervously smiling at him as he did so.
"A movie," Joey answered blandly. Dan ignored his tone and instead slouched down a bit on the couch. He glanced over to Joey and Willow, unable to help but notice how far apart they were sitting and how loosely Joey's arm was around her. Willow could see him looking at them from the corner of her eye, and she tried hard not to look over to him. He finally, slowly, turned away and came to face the TV.
"Well your house hasn't changed a bit, Joey," he spoke up.
"I know," Joey said.
"Though the office needs some paint. And the wood floors need to be shined."
"They're fine, Danny," Joey said as he kept his gaze fixed on the TV. Willow nervously looked up to him before she glanced over at Joker, who seemed to be glaring at the TV, a content smirk on his face. Dan turned over to Joker, wanting to completely ignore the move that was on.
"So, Jack, right?"
Joker turned his head to him. "Yes?"
"I never caught your last name," Dan said as he smiled slightly.
"That's because I never told it to you," Joker said as he turned to face the TV. Willow frowned. It was obvious Dan was not welcome here, and he was a little obnoxious, but she couldn't help but to feel slightly bad for him.
"Well, what is it?" He asked.
Joker sighed. "Schroeder," he finally answered.
"Jack Schroeder," Dan repeated as he nodded his approval. "What do you do for work, Jack?"
"A little of this. A little of that," he added darkly as he turned to look back at Dan. He nervously smiled. This guy gave off the completely wrong vibe, and he figured it was best to stop talking to him.
"Well, I'm pretty exhausted," Dan spoke up after a few awkward moments of silence. "The flight over here was exhausting. The Gotham Airport is near impossible."
Joey sighed as he turned off the TV, sliding his arm off of Willow as he leaned off the couch. "Of course," he mumbled as he raised his eyebrows.
"Don't be like that, Joey," Dan said as he rolled his eyes. "You've got a TV in your room and I'm sure you put one in the guest room by now."
"Oh, I don't watch too much TV, either" Joker said as he got off the couch, grinning at Dan. "I busy myself with other... hobbies."
"Goodnight, Jack," Joey said as he glared at Joker. Joker turned to him and Willow and grinned.
"Goodnight," he said in a deep voice and he turned and started for the stairs.
"I got blankets in the closet by the door," Joey said as he pointed towards the front door. He looked to Willow as he did so, and she quickly started over to the closet. Dan raised an eyebrow as he watched her go before he stood up and took a step over to Joey.
"How long have you been with her?" He asked quietly. Joey turned to him.
"A couple months," he said. "Why?"
"You're acting like your married," Dan said as he rolled his eyes. "Everything okay with you guys?"
"Yeah," Joey said. Finally Willow appeared holding a sheet and a larger blanket. She set them down on the couch as she waited for Joey. Dan raised an eyebrow as he looked at her standing on one side of the living room before he looked to Joey, who was standing on the opposite side.
"Well, night," Joey finally said as he started towards Willow. He hesitated before he placed his hand on her lower back.
"Goodnight," Willow said to Dan. "Nice meeting you."
"And you too, Whitney," he said with a grin. "Will you be working tomorrow night?"
Willow looked up to Joey who nodded. "Yes," she answered, and Dan smiled.
"That'll be fun," he said as she started undoing the folded sheet. Without another word Joey started Willow towards the stairs, and she quickly jogged up them, deciding it best to head into Joey's room, for the guestroom door was closed. Joey closed his bedroom door behind him as Willow turned around, unsure of what to say.
"I don't think he's buying it," Willow finally said as she played with her hands nervously in front of her, and she bit her lip as Joey looked to her, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Oh?" He said. "Why not?"
"I don't know," Willow said as she shrugged. "Just, the way he keeps looking at us."
"You saying we need to make it more convincing?" Joey asked as he walked passed her. Willow took a moment to glance around his room, taking in the blue walls and dark wood furniture. She finally nodded.
"Yeah," she said. "Joker's gonna have to deal with it."
"Well I don't have a problem with it," Joey said with a grin as he turned back to face her. Willow nervously smiled back as she wondered where, exactly, she was sleeping. Joey pulled back the black comforter on his bed before he took his shirt off, and Willow couldn't help but eye him.
"Better sneak into Jack's room, though," he said as he propped up his pillows.
"Yeah," Willow said as she turned towards the door. She looked back, waiting for Joey to say anything else, but he was already headed towards his bathroom, the flat screen on the wall already turned on to the news. She quietly opened the door and stepped into the hallway. The house was dark and quiet, and at the moment she hated the fact that Dan didn't watch TV. She knew she'd have to be super quiet. She swallowed as she quickly closed the door, thankful his doors didn't squeak, and she tip-toed to the guest bedroom door. As quietly and slowly as she could she pushed the door open and slipped inside, and Joker looked up from sharpening his favorite knife to watch her quietly close the door. She let out a breath finally as she as she turned around, and she glanced at Joker as she started towards her side of the bed.
"Not sleeping with the boyfriend tonight?" Joker asked as he grinned at her. She glanced over at him as she started to undo her jeans.
"I figured it was best not to," she threw back as she bent over, sliding her pants down. Joker watched her, finding himself eager to see what underwear she was wearing. She finally leaned up and he saw it was a red thong.
"Smart," he mumbled as he went back to sharpening his knife. Willow paused before she took her shirt off, and she stared at the back of Joker's head. A confidence boost crept up upon her and before she knew it she was suddenly standing in front of him. Joker stopped sharpening his knife and he glanced up at her, his eyebrows raised. He was about to speak but all to quickly Willow had run her fingers through his hair, and she slid her fingernails back down his scalp, throwing his hair in his face, the strands hard at the tips due to the gel. He brought his own hands up and ruffled his hair; he had forgotten he had left it that way. When he looked back to her she was grinning down at him.
"That was awful daring of you to do," he said, his voice sending a shiver up Willow's spine. She gasped as Joker placed his hands on her hips and he forced her down on to his lap, pulling her closer as he looked up to stare into her eyes as she straddled him. He smirked at her as she eyed his lips before she slowly looked back into his eyes. "Since you think you can just randomly ruin my hair," he started sarcastically. "Them I'm sure you've got the guts to kiss me."
Willow wasted no time with closing the distance between them and she instantly locked her lips with his. She brought her hands up to his face and rested them on it, tracing his bumpy, jagged scars with her thumbs. She traced her tongue over the scar on his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth as he touched his tongue to hers. She hummed against his lips as their tongues danced, her eyes closed gently, Joker leaning back on his hands as Willow held herself up on her knee's, her body slightly higher than his.
"Is Schroeder really your last name?" Willow asked in a quiet voice against his lips, and she opened her eyes to look down at him, her thumbs still over his scars. Joker stared at her for a long moment.
"No," he finally said.
"What is it?" Willow asked as her eyes slid closed, and she kissed him again, his lips warm against hers, and she could feel his scar between her lips. Joker was quiet another moment longer.
"Napier," he finally answered. Willow pulled away and opened her eyes.
"Seriously?" She asked as she looked right into his eyes, just barely able to see the blue peeking through.
"Yes," Joker answered honestly. She grinned as she leaned in to kiss him again. Jack Napier, she thought in her head. She loved his name.
Joker kissed her back deeply before he finally pulled away, his hands still on her hips. "Go to bed," he finally spoke up, his voice low and evil. Willow frowned slightly, but giggled a second later when he turned around, throwing her onto the bed, and she bounced up slightly as her back hit it. Joker leaned up, removing his knife from the sharpener holder.
"Where are you going?" Willow asked as she scooted back on the bed, bringing her knees to her chest, exposing her butt behind her legs.
"To kill Danny," Joker answered with a grin, and Willow's eyes widened.
"Are you serious?" She asked, panic stricken. Joker rolled his eyes, still grinning.
"No," he said. He set the sharpener back in the closet, and he ran his fingers over the blade before he closed it, and he tossed the knife on the bed before he reached his arms up, yawning as he stretched. He turned the light off, the moonlight flooding the room, and he opened the door before he closed it behind him. Willow waited and listened, and finally breathed out when she heard the bathroom door close.
She spotted his favorite knife sitting on the bed, and she picked it up, grinning as she turned it over in her hands. Jack Napier, she thought to herself again as she reached over, placing the knife on Joker's end table. She centered it perfectly in front of the lamp before she leaned back to her side, sliding under the covers, and she closed her eyes, hoping she'd still be awake when Joker, or Jack Napier, came back into the room.
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