Joker's POV

She is so incredibly impossible! And if I was honest with myself, impressive. It had been two weeks since she had woken up. Over two weeks since they injected the drug that blocked her healing. She had been eating and walking normally as if nothing happened. Not even a single scar or bruise on her body. She knew something was off but was settled when I just blamed the medicine.

She is also incredibly horny. It is driving me insane. I can't touch her, at first it was because she was healing. Now she was clearly healed. Now it was because of the bomb of information dropped on me at the hospital. I didn't know what I wanted to do about it. She would ask questions if I suddenly brought up protection right? Maybe that's common in normal relationships. I don't know what normal relationships are like. Then there is the tiny voice in my head saying, don't say anything just let whatever happen, happen. I yelled at that voice a lot. It was too soon. I would be a terrible dad. We are not in the right place for it. I grabbed my head in frustration. God damn it, I can't believe I am even thinking about kids! I am the fucking Joker. Not a father. Mine was terrible enough, I couldn't imagine how horrible I would be.

My no matter how much logic I used to support how wrong it was. I dreamt every night of a family with Addy. I always woke up happy because of it. It had erased my usual nightmares.

I walked into the bedroom after a long day. I sighed seeing Addy. The past few nights she had taken to wearing skimpy lingerie to bed. Tonight she decided to wear absolutely nothing. It looks like she fell asleep waiting for me. I took in the sight. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Especially now with the terrible marks of her past completely erased. Her skin looked so soft and inviting.

I stopped myself before getting carried away. I stripped down to my boxers and got into bed. It made Addy stir. I tried not to move, but after a couple minutes I heard sniffling. I turned and saw her crying and I felt awful. I am keeping this huge secret and I have pulled away from her. I realized that I have been avoiding her and I have barely even kissed her knowing that most the time that I start, I can't stop with her.

I wrap her up in my arms and try to ignore what it does to have her warm and naked body pressed against me. "Can you please just kiss me Mr. J? I miss you." She asks in a soft and sweet voice. How the hell am I supposed to resist that? So I kiss her and as soon as my lips touch her, I am a goner. It was as if all that avoiding this backfired and drove my desire for her through the roof. I could feel all the worry I had for almost losing her. I could feel the love I have for her. It hit me then that I love this girl. Nothing makes you realize what you have until it's gone and when she was unconscious for three days, I thought she was never coming back.

I will do everything and anything to keep this girl because she is my everything. I could almost feel our emotions in the kiss. I could feel she loved me back and she felt safe and happy. Our kiss was deep and full of passion. We needed each other desperately. I knew there was no stopping us. She had pulled my boxers off and was kissing all my tattoos.

I pulled her up and positioned us so that I was on top. The voices in my head yelling at me to stop, to tell her, or at the very least put a condom on. But when her eyes locked with mine, all the voices shut up and I entered her. The only thing I could hear in my head was one voice, my voice, saying 'mineminemineminemine'. Her nails scratched my back, she arched her back causing me to thrust deeper.

"Scream my name baby girl." I told her I bit into her shoulder causing her to scream.

"DADDY!" She screamed over and over. She always knows the right things to say. We kept going until we both climaxed. I came right in her despite my internal debate. Then we went again and again, every surface of the room and bathroom until the sun rised. I fell asleep holding her thinking that I have never been happier.

I woke up a few hours later to get some work done. The club was almost ready to reopen. Johnny came into my office to chat. "Falconer wishes to have a meeting to discuss the terms for his son's release." The thought made me livid. I wanted to kill the bastard slowly, right now he is sitting in a secured warehouse outside the city, sitting in his own filth. On the flip side, I could bargain for Addy's safety. I wanted to have my fun first though.

"Send word to Falcone that he will have his son in a couple days. Also go get Addy something nice to wear tonight. We are going to go have some fun." I instructed Johnny. My club was almost ready for reopening, I held the most power in the city, and a girl I was crazy for at my side. What could go wrong?