Bree walked along the brightly lit tunnel, slowly skimming her hands along the tile. She couldn't sleep once again. It was edging on 2:30 AM and she didn't know what she was going to do. Joker would be looking for her but she couldn't sleep and she couldn't stay in that room. She only heard the click of her boots for a while but then something else. She slowed to a stop. It was steady swish and click. It echoed softly in the hall. She knew that sound anywhere. She smirked and began to sing softly.

"The ghost who walks, she's on the prowl
for the man she loved, he laid her down
in the tall grass, he kissed her cheek,"

She rounded the corner only to see the Joker himself leaning against the wall, flicking his switchblade open and shut. He was wearing a dark green button down and dark purple pants. The matching jacket hung over his arm, allowing her to see his suspenders against the muscles under his shirt. He looked up at her as she approached him.

"But with a knife in his hand, he plunged it in deep.

She looked at him with pleading eyes
he softly spoke, "my dear the love has died"
and then he muffled her desperate cries under the moonlight"

She finished off, coming to stand next to him.

"Sounds good, Gorgeous." He looked her up and down. She was wearing thigh high boots, black high waisted shorts, and a cream colored oversized t-shirt that was only partially tucked in. Her hair was down, her curls free and a bit messy, her eyeliner smudged after hours of wear.

"Thanks, kid." She replied and leaned her head back against the wall, looking at the ceiling. "I can't sleep."

"Eric let me know you'd escaped." He told her, earning a laugh.

"I didn't realize you were holding me hostage." She turned to him.

"I don't do kidnapping." He made the cutting motion over his neck with his finger. She moved in front of him and placed her hands on his chest, moving them up to his shoulders.

"I'm not dead and I'm not a hostage. What would you call me?" She looked up at him though her heels significantly shortened the height difference.

"Whatever you want to be called." His hands ran down her sides to her waist after slipping his knife back in his pocket.

"Bree is fine." She kissed him once. "Or Marina." She chuckled and Joker smirked before she kissed him again. Their sleep deprived caresses only mustered so much energy but they enjoyed it. Bree's hand's moved to feel down his waist, feeling the muscles underneath. She held onto his suspenders and leaned more into him, popping her leg up behind her. Joker's hand reached up and touched her neck. Their hips had just pressed together when they heard footsteps.

"Knock it off you two." A deep voice separated them. Bree looked to Joker who angled his head away.

"Sorry about that." Bree spoke for them, taking a quick glance to see a security officer then slid her hand down Joker's arm and grabbed his hand, turning them and heading in the opposite direction. They got out of the station and Bree looked behind her casually to make sure no one was behind them then let go of his hand, looking around at the streets of Gotham while Joker looked at her. He didn't see her out often.

"I'm not tired yet." She put her hands on her hips and looked at him with a shrug. They began walking and Joker handed her his jacket. She slid it on and crossed her arms. There were only a few people who passed them at that time of night. After a bit, she looked at him. "How did you find me?"

"You've been there before; I've seen you." He put his hands in his pockets as they walked along. "Back when I didn't trust you as far as I could toss ya, doll, I kept my eye on you." She nodded slowly; acknowledging how that sounded, but it was a mild action for him.

"I used to go there all of the time. My mom thought I was sneaking out to be with someone, but I just couldn't sleep. It was easy to ride the subway until they told me to get off and I walked home." She was about to continue when she looked up and smiled.

"What?" He looked at her.

"We're about to pass one of the best places I've ever been." She told him as memories flooded back. After a minute or so, she stopped in front of a church. She walked up the steps and tried to open it but it was locked.

"Are you serious?" He asked as she searched his pockets for something to work with.

"Dead." She nodded then beamed when she pulled out a ring of Allen wrenches from his pocket. "Should I even ask?" She gave him a strange look but got to work. It took her an impressive 18 seconds to pick the lock. She pushed the door open and turned to him.

"More than just a pretty face?" He questioned, making her roll her eyes as they walked inside. Soon, the lights flicked on and he could see the grand architecture. There was detailed artwork on the ceiling and on the stained glass windows. Down the long aisle, behind the alter, sat a large statue of Jesus nailed to the cross. The entire Cathedral was large and it echoed. She walked up next to him.

"My dad used to bring me to this church after he would really hurt someone. He would come in and dip his hands in the holy water." She walked up to the holy water font and dipped two fingers, crossing herself. "Then he'd sit in a pew and rest his forearms on his thighs, put his hands together," She interlaced her fingers, "And look up at the cross." She paused. "I don't know if he prayed or if he just wanted to be in the presence of God."

"Did you pray?" Joker had never seen align her life with any religion. This was all news to him.

"Of course. My mother didn't like it, the Catholic Church. She says there are too many people between you and God. But I would come anyway. I like the hymns, the rosaries, the prayers. I would come and sit in the empty balcony, sometimes I'd be high as fuck, and I'd stare at the windows as the mass went on. It was truly wonderful." She looked around as she recalled the times she had spent there.

"Never took you for a church girl. Could you save my soul?" He twitched an eyebrow and she smiled.

"I wouldn't put your soul in my hands." She turned back towards the large crucifix displayed behind the main alter.

"Don't doubt yourself, Gorgeous." He let out a Joker laugh but she was too transfixed in her thoughts to let her skin crawl.

"One of my favorite memories happened here. I came in one day; it was a Tuesday. I was 19. This woman came in and she was older, maybe close to 30. She sat in the pew behind me and I barely noticed because, again, I was high. But she started talking to me." Bree slowly began to walk down the isle. "I remember telling her what I was doing there. I was very honest. I told her I hadn't gone to bed that night and I'd slept with a near stranger. I told her the priest wasn't there so I was confessing through prayer." Bree turned to the Joker then went over and grabbed his hand, leading him to the Confessional. She stepped inside and he followed. She was intriguing him like never before. "I used to confess here."

"Were you a sinner?" He asked, placing a hand on either side of her, leaning in. She nodded with a chuckle.

"Aren't we all?" Bree slipped off his coat and sat it on the seat then closed the door. "The woman's name was Rose. She told me I shouldn't be confessing, I should be thanking Him. Everything He makes is holy; isn't that divine? I let her talk to me while she looked me in the eyes. That was how she got me. We fucked and it was heavenly."

"I believe it." He leaned in and bit her bottom lip. Bree continued her story as his mouth ran over her neck.

"I loved confessing. The more pleasurable my sins, the more I wanted to tell them. I would go into too much detail and no one would stop me. So the next time I came in, it was very eventful." Joker's hand slid down, easing under her waistband. Her words became breathy and her head rested against the wall as her eyes closed. She felt his hand move over her, middle finger switching between her clit and her entrance.

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned. It's been a week since my last confession. I don't know if there is any guilt in this confession. She told me I was a blessing and she showed me the most beautiful of things." Joker added two fingers, "Her hands felt like they were burning my skin when she ran them over me. She kissed me and I didn't stop her, I wanted it. She told me it was holy. The feeling was holy. The way she took my breasts in her mouth." Bree shivered as an orgasm rocked through her, a combination of the memory and the flick of Joker's thumb over her clit. Joker unbuttoned her jeans and she helped him carefully pull them off over her boots.

"It really was divine. She bit my collarbone and she gave me a hickey that no one would see unless I wanted them to. She kept whispering in my ear about how pure the feeling of my thighs around her ears and her waist was." Bree's hand went up to massage her breast. "And she slid her fingers inside of me- ah!" Bree gasped as Joker moved her underwear to the side and slid into her. "She fucking knew what she was doing. She found every place that would bring me closer to Him." Joker lifted her up and pressed her firmly against the wall, pulling her legs up to wrap around his waist as he moved in hard, deep thrusts. Bree lifted a hand up to rest on the ceiling while the other wound in his hair. Her nails lightly scratched his scalp and tugged every once in a while. He looked up at her, at her closed eyes, softly contorted face, and parted lips.

"I never prayed more than when I was pleading for Him to make her give me release." She continued after a moment, panting harder. "And when she finally said the words, "cum for me" I praised Jehovah for letting me be able to see heaven against my eyelids." Her back arched and she shuttered into her release, shaky gasps leaving her. She clinched onto him as he kept going. He grunted against her shoulder as he slowed to a stop. He didn't have a condom after all. She opened her eyes and looked at him for the first time as he pulled out and she slid down to the floor. He was expecting to finish off himself but she didn't let him.

"It was the best I'd ever had. She brought me to my knees with that orgasm." She lowered and took him into her hands. She licked the underside of him. "The Father was speechless." She stroked, her grip gentle yet firm and sometimes she'd give him an extra squeeze. She ran her free hand over his thigh, up his toned stomach, and back down to play with his balls. His breaths began to quicken and his hand wound into her hair. "I told him I didn't feel guilty about the pleasure," She looked up at him and ran her tongue over the tip, "But I wanted to take communion." She told him breathily before taking the head in her mouth once more.

"Christ," He swore as he released in her mouth. She continued to stroke as she swallowed him, making him jerk under her hands. He closed his eyes and panted for a moment then looked down at her.

"The Father gave me 10 Our Father's and 50 Hail Mary's. It was very worth it." She licked her lips as she grabbed her pants and stood. They quietly and quickly pulled themselves together, both of them buzzing and a bit shaky. They exited the confessional, making sure to look around for anyone who may have been investigating. They walked back in the sanctuary and down the aisle. Bree dipped her hands in the holy water font once more and turned to the crucifix. "Thank you." She crossed herself and they left. She pulled a cigarette from her back pocket and lit it.

"I drove here." He let her know then took the cigarette from her, much to her surprise. She lit another one with a smile on her face. Joker led them to a parking garage before driving them back.

The next day, Bree woke up feeling like she was in need of a shower. After cleaning up, she went down to find food, passing Eric on the way. She'd never forget that he thought she was kidnapped. Joker was in the kitchen sloppily making a sandwich was she entered. He looked up at her and tweaked an eyebrow at her. She grabbed a cup of coffee in silence and Thomas, one of the smarter henchmen who was quickly becoming her friend, walked in.

"Hey Bree." He greeted her but her eyes were on Joker and his were going between her and his food.

"Hi." She greeted Thomas and took a sip of coffee.

"How was your night?" Thomas asked. "You didn't get in 'til late."

"I went to church for the first time in a while." She told him with a smirk.

"Oh really? What was that like?" He asked with interest.

"It was a very religious experience." She finished the mug and sat it down, turning to Thomas. "I think I'm going to try some things at home though so I don't have to travel." Joker looked down at his sandwich with a grin.

"Count me in, Sweetheart." He told her before leaving with the sandwich in hand. She chuckled and turned to back to Thomas.

"Is this a sex thing?" Thomas asked her knowingly and she just laughed before heading to the fridge.

I have no idea where this one shot came from. I was just writing down an idea and the next thing I knew I had a story on my hands so, I hope you like it?