Joker's POV

The doctor had came. Adelina was right, she had a broken rib and a fractured hip, although the fracture was almost fully healed. The doctor showed me x-rays of the girl and the turned my stomach. She had bones that never healed properly all over, but they made sure no scars were left on her beautiful skin. She was just scarred on the inside.

They really did a number on her mentally. She seemed to have very little fear. She also had an archaic idea of marriage. She seemed genuinely confused when I mentioned love and marriage. She was literally bred for a concept she doesn't even fully understand. Part of me told myself that I was going to use her, that is why I suggested marriage. It means nothing but power and possession to her and isn't that exactly what I want? When I actually asked her (Me? Actually ASK her!) I was nervous. It was strange and unsettling.

So I made a list of reasons it would be beneficial. She was more than adept at medical skills, she was beautiful arm candy, she was raised to be a powerful man's wife so I know her skill set is extensive, I could get back at Harley with her, I had leverage and power over the mafia, hardly anyone has ever heard of her or seen her so she can be used in a great many of plots. No matter how long the list I made, I knew it boiled down to one reason, I wanted her more than I have ever wanted anything.

When I told Johnny about my plans, he nearly had a heart attack. He tried to talk me out of it saying it was impulsive and foolish to think with my dick and that ended with a gun to his head and him muttering congratulations before going to make the arrangements. She is probably catholic, aren't most Italians? So I told him we needed a Catholic church, a priest, and a valid license. I wanted to make this as binding as possible that way no one could ever dare take her away from me. Death would be the only thing. One that I might cause when I get bored with her, who knows?
I went to go check up on her, she had found a book. Looked to be a history one. Big surprise, she knows this house better than me. I didn't even think about her possibly escaping until now. She had the opportunity but didn't. So I ask her. "Why didn't you escape?"

She marks her page and looks at me. "You have been nothing but helpful to me and have taken care of me better than anyone ever has, thanks for the dinner by the way. I love pineapples and ham on my pizza" She adds, I nod. I had one of my men bring her up the other half of my pizza. It was also my favorite but I don't let her know this. "Anyways, I have many men wanting to do very bad things to me for taking off on my wedding day. It would be idiotic to escape your safety and blatantly go out into danger."

"You seem so confident that I won't hurt you darlin. I wouldn't be so certain." I menacingly.

"Oh I know you will hurt me and you will probably hurt me like no one else ever has. But I decided to side with the devil I don't know on this, because in the end I will die either way. Might as well try something new and exciting before my life ends. Then I can at least say I truly lived." This girl is constantly surprising me. I was also uncomfortable with the thought of her death. I did not like thinking it would occur especially since she sounded like it would be soon.

"I guarantee you this, while with me, your life will be nothing but excitement." I sealed my promise with a kiss to her lips. I intended for it to be just a peck but I lingered, inhaling her scent, it was warm and cinnamon. I deepened the kiss and my tongue slipped past her lips. I questioned if this woman was a witch because I swear every time our lips meet, I am drawn deeper and deeper. Her fingers were threw my hair as I leaned us down on the bed. The way her nails felt on my scalp made me moan. That seemed to throw her into a frenzy, things got more intense as she unbuttoned my shirt and lightly drug her nails against my chest.

The things this girl could do to me. I wanted to show her the things I could do to her. She tried to go for my pants but I stopped her. Grabbing her tiny wrists with one hand throwing them above us. I was careful to put no weight on her keeping in mind her broken bones. She had no such reservations and arched her back to bring her body closer to mine. I could see her hard nipples through the shirt and I bit down on one with the fabric keeping our skin separated. Her moan was exquisite. I kissed her hard and bit her bottom lip earning me another moan. I broke away and locked eyes with her, her desire was flashing in her eyes. She trusted me with her broken and battered body. I was going to make her feel good since no one has ever with her. I quickly discarded my sweatpants from her body and was excited to see she had no underwear on. The thought of her bare pussy touching MY pants, heated every cell of my body.

I spread her legs and put them over my shoulders as I ate her out. She tasted so deliciously sweet, here I thought her kisses were intoxicating, this was a whole new level. The nails in my hair dug deeper, turning me on even more as she was getting closer to her peak. I stuck my finger in her as I sucked her clit, and was surprised to find her so tight. Even more surprised when I hit a barrier. I was shocked, my little vixen was a virgin. I stopped before I could break it and she sighed at the loss of my fingers. I became so turned on by the thought that this girl really will be mine in every way there could be. My erection was painful but after finding out she was a virgin, I decided to hold off on actually fucking her. As much as her body was ready to be all mine, I wanted her mind too. I wanted her to submit to me fully.

When she same, she yelled out in pleasure and it was such a turn on. I kissed her with the taste of her still on my mouth and went to the shower. Now to take care of me. I had my eyes closed and thinking of what we just did, imagining when I would have her completely when the curtain pulled back. She was completely naked and before I could even question, her mouth was on mine and her hands on my dick. I moaned. She is most definitely a witch, I was just imagining her doing this before she came in. If only she...holy shit she just did. She was on her knees and I was in her mouth. Just like I was fantasizing about.

I locked eyes with her as she continued sucking me up and down doing wonderful things with her tongue as she went. I started pushing myself deeper and deeper and she just took it. Where is her gag reflex? I just kept deep throating her. At first I wasn't going to warn her when I was about to cum but she had been such a good little girl that I thought I would take it easier on her. She noticed that I wasn't just pulling back but pulling out and gave me a fierce look, grabbed my hips and pushed me deep back into her throat, making me explode. Afterwards, she licked me clean and went about washing herself.

I stared transfixed at this girl. She was one of a kind, I almost felt she was made to be mine. I rewarded her by taking over and washing her myself. She melted under my hands and gentle touch. Then she surprised me by washing me and I surprised myself by letting her. I never even let Harley do this. She even massaged my neck a bit when she scrubbed me down. We never said a word to each other, just enjoyed each other's touch.

We got out and I found her some clothes to wear. I decided not to wear boxers and put on the Arkham pants she had been wearing. No shirt either. She laid in the bed and was asleep in no time. We never even talked about where she would sleep. She just assumed. I guess I should get used to sharing my bed with my...wife. It felt so weird to think I would marry but then I look at her and know, she would be the only one I could tolerate it with. She didn't look at me and expect romance, this was just business.