Adelina's POV

I danced with the devil and lived to tell. I have no idea what happened to me. I think he was rubbing off on me. Maybe I was becoming crazy like he did to Harley. Afterwards, we had completely calmed down. Like we were able to get our craziness out and move on. Maybe this was how I get through to him when ahe is in these moods.

We had started a war by killing Falcone's son. Mr. J would barely let me move around the house without two guards. He still believed there to be a spy within the ranks. That made me nervous. The only man I trusted besides Mr. J was Johnny. All the others made me uneasy. I was sad though, Mr. J's club had reopened and I had wanted to go. He was frequently there making sure it was up and running.

When he was here though, he made up for it. He was the happiest I have ever seen him. He was playful and kind and gentle. Anytime he came home close to upset, as soon as I touched him, it all melted away. It worked two ways. Sometimes I was frustrated and bored and as soon as I entered his arms, everything was right. He was like a drug for me.

I asked Mr. J about it once and he got really weird. Then suddenly he took off. It confirmed he noticed and felt it too. We decided to spend the day together since we planned on not seeing each other tomorrow, which was the day before the wedding. He had an errand to run this morning but he was going to be home soon.

Speaking of the devil, he walked in and handed me donuts and a coffee. "Are you planning to sugar me up today?" I asked him with a laugh.

"I'm hoping it will make you sweeter." he said with a kiss.

"Pshh, like I need it." I joked. He came down and hugged me around the waist and started tickling me. I was laughing so hard. He pulled back.

"Wait, first things first." He made a show of turning his phone off and locking the door. I clapped excitedly and all of a sudden I felt sick. Like really sick. So I ran to the bathroom. I threw up everything in my stomach plus stomach acid. I tried to push, Mr. J away but he swatted my hand away and held my hair. When I emptied everything out and the dry heaving finally stopped. I brushed my teeth and went to lay on the bed.

Mr. J stood in the doorway looking like he saw a ghost. "Hun, are you okay?" I asked concerned.

"Ye-yeah. I'm great. It's you I'm worried about." He said. Something was up.

"Leave it to me to get the flu before my wedding." I sighed. He came over and felt my forehead.

"Yeah you do feel a little warm." He seemed relieved and disappointed at the same time. What is wrong with him? I was about to ask but he started talking. "Well I planned spending the whole day in bed, just not like this." That had me laughing.

"Actually, I have been meaning to talk to you." I told him. I have been debating about this for awhile. He looked nervous. "I have told you horrors from my past from the worst beatings I received, about my mom sneaking to read me fairy tales, how I had to paraded in my underwear in front of my father and his friends, but I have never told you the most painful thing."

He looked at me with no judgement and waited patiently. "I used to have an older brother. He was my absolutely favorite person. He would take beatings for me, would stand up to our father. He was my hero. They were training him to be one of Falcone's goonies. He started training when he was eight. They had him killing by twelve. At thirteen they asked him to beat me. When he refused, they beat him. He killed himself that night. They didn't even hold a funeral or anything." I was crying and Mr. J held me but had a strange look on his face. Almost like shock, or an idea had hit him. Quickly it went away and he kissed my forehead.

"You have been so open and honest with me. I have told you about my life as the Joker, what I have done, about Harley, and somewhat about Batman but I never told you how I came to be this." He gestured to himself.

"You don't have to. If you want to leave your past where it belongs, then do it. Our life now is what matters." He looked surprised at my response and kissed me long and hard. It was passionate and I wonder how he found the strength to pull back because my desire was through the roof.

"I was engaged once upon a time. Her name was Jeannie. I had been working side jobs to earn money for our wedding and to start a life. I had worked for ACE Chemicals previously and the group I was working with was going to use my expertise for a heist. I was iffy about doing it anyways but I wanted to give Jeannie everything. The night before the heist, I came home early and she was in bed with my bestfriend. She decided to leave me then, ya know, wait till I actually caught her." he sounded angry and bitter. "I tried to quit the heist, what was the point? But they didn't let me. Anyways, it had turned bad and we ran into Batman. After an altercation, he pushed me off the ledge and I fell into a vat of acid. When I came out, I didn't remember much but everything was hysterical. I became the Joker." He looked sad about it.

"Well that sucks, but I am glad it happened. Call me selfish but I happen to be crazy for the man I am marrying in two days." I kiss him on the cheek.

"Don't you ever wish for a normal life? Where criminals aren't chasing you? Where you don't end up hurt? Where you don't have to worry about your husband going psychotic?" He asks.

"Nope. I would not give this up for the world. You promised me an exciting life and to protect me and you have lived up to those promises. You are hands down the best thing to happen to me." I sealed it with a kiss.

We spent the whole day peacefully in each other's company. I was never more happy. I woke up the next morning with a note and a red rose on the pillow next to me. 'See you at the altar-J'