Joker's POV

I try to tell myself I would have taken the million dollars if I knew about it before I slept with her but honestly, I know the truth. I lied to her. I have given up what was mine for a lot less, but I wasn't giving HER up for all the money in the world. I just couldn't tell her that. She would get ideas of being special to me and such. Against the voices in my head and better judgement, I spend the morning getting to know her.

She loves my jokes and laughs heartily at every single one. She told me she has never laughed like this before and my chest hurts. She tells me her favorites, she tells me what she likes and dislikes. I tell her all of mine. She reveals all her skills and I am most impressed to hear her combat experience. I tell her stories of chasing the Bat. What I like most about her is that she doesn't push, she is smart enough to know what questions not to ask. I return the favor although I am curious.

I tell myself that in time, she would tell me everything but secretly I had this need to know as much as I possibly can about her. I don't tell her that I have a meeting with Falcone and some of his men. This is nothing unusual nor unexpected. I meet with the crime bosses across Gotham frequently. I would not be the clown prince of crime if I did not keep my subjects in line. Plus, Falcone has been meeting with everyone and I assume it is to get information on my princess.

At that thought I kiss her, making sure it was quick so I did not get ensnared. "Baby, I have work to do tonight. I might not see you till tomorrow. My gun is in the nightstand and I am leaving it with you in case you need it."

"Bye bye!" She says sweetly. Harley used to pout every time I left and it annoy me. But Adelina's lack of pouting had me kind of upset. I wanted her to miss me, to never want me to leave. I make my way to my office and Johnny is there.

"Sir, we have a problem." He says me and I don't like the tone.

"What is it?" Why is it my instinct to run and grab Addy, hide her from the world and shoot anyone who comes near.

"I have reason to believe we have a rat in our ranks. Someone who knows something about Adelina." Johnny continued "Some of our recon men spotted heavily armed men entering our meeting spot tonight. I think he knows she is here and is preparing for a fight."

"Hmm this certainly changes things, I was going to simply deny ever seeing or hearing of her but if it's a fight they want, it's a fight they will get." I tell him not masking the menace in my voice. Falcone was powerful but I was even more. I decided to bring Addy. I wanted to flaunt what was mine in their faces. "Johnny grab a pair of wedding rings. Get her something classy and expensive. Also get her an expensive dress and everything else needed for it"

Johnny came back later with everything. I had the rings in my pocket and I carried her bag of stuff up. She looked surprised to see me. That;s right I told her I would be busy. "Change of plans sweet thang! You are coming with me tonight. We need to get you pretty." I handed her the bag and she looked surprised.

"Thank you, Mr. J. I will hurry." She ran into the bathroom and was out in less than ten minutes, I was surprised. She was even finished with her hair and makeup. Her curls hung down around her softly, her makeup emphasized her stunning green eyes and her lips looked irresistible. She was in a robe and dug out her dress, panty hose, underwear, bra, necklace, and heels. "Wow, you really out did yourself."

I didn't want to tell her that Johnny picked it all out. I wanted all the credit so I just smiled at her. Johnny was smart I noticed. Her dress was long sleeved and although it was short, he made sure she had panty hose to cover her bruises. I couldn't help but stare transfixed as she got ready. She was so beautiful despite her markings. No, they made her even more attractive knowing that my girl was tough and could handle whatever came her way. She might actually survive being with me.

She looked amazing, none of her bruises were showing. Her dress was such a dark red that it almost looked black. It clung to every curve and it barely covered her ass. It dipped into a large round arc, revealing more of her breasts than I would like. I saw her struggling with the necklace so I went over to help. She held her hair up and I clasped it slowly. I brought my lips to her neck and started sucking hard, marking her.

I pulled back and whispered in her ear. "There, now there is no doubt you are mine but just in case" I slipped her engagement ring with the matching wedding band on her ring finger. It was a pretty flashy ring. Platinum metal, just like my band, her band was covered in diamonds. In the center was a large circular diamond, surrounded by emeralds. She gasped when she saw it and I felt sad that it wasn't one I personally picked out. I wanted to bring her that kind of joy. She thought I did, but I knew the truth.

"Thank you so much Mr. J. You don't have to be this kind and thoughtful to me, yet you are. It really means a lot." The voices told me to reveal the true me. To laugh in her face and tell her it is all one big joke. To hurt her for even THINKING I could be 'kind and thoughtful'. I fought the voices harder than I ever have. I told myself over and over that I could never hurt her, never even want to.

She must have heard me mumbling to myself as I grabbed my head in frustration. I was about to lose to the voices. I was about to hurt her. Next thing I know her hands are on my face and her eyes are searching mine. "Hey, Mr. J, I'm here. You are not going to hurt me, I am fine. You protect me, remember?"
I wanted to believe those beautiful eyes and sweet face but my hands are squeezing her wrists so tightly. So fragile under my hands...so breakable. She could tell I was lost. I was going to hurt her. She looked at me with acceptance in her eyes. "It's okay, Mr. J. I can handle it." She kisses my wrist as I am practically breaking hers. We have another two hours before needing to leave.

I snap and see red. Everything happens as if I am out of my body. I am yelling at the maniac that is laughing as he throws her on a metal table. I am begging her to fight back but she never looks away from his eyes. Please don't hurt her, don't do this. The psychopath at least has the forethought to remove her jewelry.

No, he can't do this. He was going to fill her body with electricity. He knew she knew abuse but nothing like ECT. I am fighting tooth and nail to get in the body and make him stop but he is stronger and fights me. Right before he puts the leather in her mouth, saying his theatrical nonsense, she whispers "I forgive you Mr. J."

Then he shocks her. Every scream tearing me apart. Every scream driving us apart. Finally, I see the psychopath lose a bit of determination and I pounce. I am in control again. I pry the electrodes off and put her jewelry back on. She is dazed but still conscious. She locks eyes with me and actually smiles. "You're back." She whispers before passing out.

I fight to get her back and she struggles, her eyes fluttering. Okay she is just tired, at least she is responsive in some way. I will let her sleep till we have to go. I will fill her in on the car ride, and all will be well. I make sure to strap a knife holster to her thigh and put a tiny knife in. Her dress barely covers it. She is laying on the bed and I sit on the edge with my head in my hands. How did I lose control like that? How was she even able to bring me back? Spells like that typically lasted me days.

What was more concerning was that she was the only person to ever notice I wasn't in control when the insanity took over. It made me uneasy. Insanity was part of my power, I needed to keep that power. It was what was protecting us.

She finally woke up. She groaned in pain. It made my chest ache knowing I caused her that pain. She struggled to sit up so I came to help. "My head is spinning Mr. J." Her voice was so pitiful.

"It's okay, I have you some medicines and I'm gonna help you into your shoes. We have to get going." I told her handing her water and the pills. They should keep her from being so foggy since she clearly is now. I slide her shoes on her and strap the black buckle in. High heels were going to be a bit hard today.

I was right, she tried walking and started crumbling. I ran and caught her. "Mr. J, my hip, it really hurts." It was one of the rare times she revealed her pain. The heels must make her hip pain worse on top of the ECT making her unstable and foggy. I sigh, I don't have any other shoes for her.

I pick her up and carry her bridal style. "Is this better?" I ask. She weighed barely anything and it surprised me. She nods and rests her head on my chest, I hope she doesn't feel my heart race.

"Where are we going?" She asks as we get to the car. I still hold her in my arms but as we sit in the back seat, she is on my lap.

"To meet with Falcone." I tell her and before I can continue, her face fills with hurt and betrayal. It hits me that she thinks I am going to turn her in for the money. I want to yell at her for even thinking that but after how I have treated her, and with her brain not being in the best spot, I don't blame her.

So I grab her face and kiss her, it starts out gentle and picks up into desperate. Our need for each other seeping into the kiss. I pull away knowing I need to fill her in on what's going on. She listens intently and I release the tension in my shoulders when I see she understands.

"Okay baby, we are here. Remember that we are already married. Follow my lead. Let's go have some fun!"