Chapter 10

I woke up that next morning, a pile of naked limbs tangle with another persons, feeling like I could fly. Making love to Jack was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. It was just the right mixture of passion, love, roughness, heat, gentleness, it was a whirlwind of emotion. I looked over to Jack's naked form, he was still sleeping, and he looked so relaxed. I almost hated to wake him but I was in desperate need of a real shower, not just a fifteen minute rush through, so, wrapping a green sheet around my waist, I untangled myself from him and made my way over to the bathroom. Taking one last look over my shoulder, I saw him smacking his lips and rolling over onto his back, one arm behind his head, another draped across his abdomen, still asleep.

I walked into the apartment sized bathroom, and located my duffel bag, found all of my things in there as promised, and started the gigantic walk in shower that could easily fit a family of five.

I dropped the sheet, and stepped in, letting the warm water soothe my aching muscles. I felt like a virgin who had just had sex for the first time, who knew such a withdrawal could have these side affects? I probably won't refrain from doing this so often again. I gasped slightly as I felt Jack's arms sliding around my waist and his head into the back of my neck.

"You could have at least invited me." He said, teasing me.

"I thought you were asleep." I said, leaning back into his embrace. He moved his head out from my neck, reached around and squeezed some shampoo onto my head, lathering it into my scalp. I heard myself moan in approval. "Sometimes, I wished you could have joined me in the shower at Arkham. It might have been a little more enjoyable." I joked as he started rinsing out the shampoo and applying conditioner.

"Well, if you're in here with me, I might shower more often." He said as I looked into his eyes and smiled. I kissed him again, and it escalated as far as yesterday had, and I felt like my shower was useless. By the time we actually finished showering, the hot water had gone cold and I was shivering by the time Jack wrapped a towel around my body.

"You remembered what happened last time you wore that shirt?" I gestured to the tattered remains of the one he wore last night, we got a little, ahem, excited.

"Don't remind me, or I might have to go take another cold shower." He groaned.

"Later, right now, if we're gonna be doing anything later, I'm gonna need some food." I told him, going into the closet and changing into a pair of black skinny jeans and a neon green crop top. When I came back out, Jack was just finishing putting on his greasepaint, and he had his gloves and his purple coat on. I looked over at him questioningly.

"Sorry, doll. Duty calls."

"When do I get to go out there with you?" I asked him.

"I dunno, doll. Don't know if you can handle it."

"Come on, Jack. You know I'd be useful out there."

"Not. Now. Kara." He told me threateningly. I backed down and nodded, It's not worth the fight, Kara. Not worth it.

"Well, here." I told him handing him a Toaster Strudel which he promptly threw into his mouth and went out the door. I kicked the leg of the table. "If he's gonna keep me locked up in here forever, he better do some major grovelling. Starting by buying me a dog." I huffed. "I'm the one who broke him out of the damn asylum and he can't take me out on his 'business'?" I said mockingly, air-quoting business. I spun around to leave the room only to find one of Jack's lackeys staring at me as if I were an alien. "What? Never seen one of Joker's crazy girlfriends talk to themselves?"

"No, Ma'am, Boss' never brought home a girl before." The kid couldn't be a day over nineteen.

"Well, I'm Kara." I offered.

"Justin." He answered, getting a carton of orange juice out of the fridge.

"So, what do you guys do while Joker's out?" I asked, legitimately curious.

"We usually just hang around here on call, in case he needs one of us."

"Oh. Stimulating. I'm gonna take a walk around the property." I said, heading over to the door. He nodded and I went out into the bitter post-fall weather.

You'd think that finally being out of that God-forsaken place, I'd be in a bit of a better mood. I wasn't. It was like being locked up again in the fifteen minutes Jack has been gone. My sense of freedom is gone, I can't just go out and walk around my neighborhood if I want, and there's no one to spend my down time with. At least when I was in Arkham, I was guaranteed to see Jack everyday. I mean, who knows when he'll be home. With him back out in the open, who knew if he was going to be as open as he was with me in Arkham? All these doubts started pouring into my head, the farther I got away from the property. "I can't do this. I need to go back to the house."

The four hours Jack was gone were excruciating. I had no notion of where he was, what he was doing, and who he was getting into 'business' with. The only way I kept myself sane was their abundant stash of -more than like stolen- comedy and horror movies. I watched The Hangover, Psycho, and The Devil Wears Prada with a couple of the younger lackeys while I waited.

I pondered on what would happen if I teleported myself over to Jack, but I wouldn't know the first place to start looking. At one point, I did go up into our room, feigning a headache, and checked out my old apartment. I was blocked off by police tape, and had been scoured inch by inch -by the looks of the disarray- for any sign of where I was going. I rolled my eyes as I saw a conspicuously placed Joker card wedged in between the armrest and the cushion of the couch. I left as soon as I saw Gordon and a few other officers walk in, seemingly frustrated, afraid that they would see me.

I was napping on the bed in our room when Jack finally walked in, breathing heavily, and sweaty. He got into the shower and came back out in just his purple pants and his patterned shirt, face clean and hair wet. By the time he came out I was lounging on the bed, waking up.

"Well, good morning, Sunshine. Did ya miss me while I was gone?" I could tell, he switched over that thin line between the Joker and Jack, and now he was just Jack.

"A little more than I care to admit." I told him honestly. He just smirked. "I don't really know what to do with myself these days, Jack." He sighed loudly and crawled into bed next to me.

"What do you mean?"

"On one hand, I want to be out there with you and I think I could be of help, and on the other hand I want to be the way I used to be without a care in the world, without having to worry about going back to prison. I like being with you, and I don't regret the decision, I just -"

"You want to be able to show your family that you proved them wrong and that you're not some big screw up." He finished for me, I looked at him through my lashes and nodded. "I guess it's a little late for that. So, what we're gonna do. First, we're gonna take out Arkham, then, my dear, we can leave this place and never come back. Only then."

"What are we gonna do? If they find out what happens they'll find us and take us back?"

"That's why you, little tiger, are gonna do all the work with all that fancy shadowing and things you do. Don't worry about anything, it'll all work out." And for once, I believed what someone told me.

A/N: Blah blah blah, I'm sorry for the late update, I'm not gonna go into sex scenes lol, and I just watched The Hangover so I'm a little fixated on it and Bradley Cooper XDD

I'm not excited about this chapter but I had to update so yeah.

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