Chapter 2

Joker. Was. Bored. He glared at the little woman next to him, who was absorbed in something that resembled a college course online, which she was looking at on a laptop. She studiously ignored him no matter what he did. Laughed randomly, twirled knives, shot hateful looks; she did a whole lot of nothing except staring at that damned screen and type. Until the clock struck 2 am, and she set the laptop down on the seat on the other side of her. She stood to her feet as Joker stared her down, knife in hand, prepared for her to do something crazy like attack him. She barely glanced his way as she walked off down the hall.

"I have to get Miss Nancy up to use the bathroom. Stay out of trouble." she said over her shoulder as she headed off down the hall. Joker growled after her. She was practically ignoring him. And he HATED being ignored. He went to stomp off down the hall after her, when he paused by the laundry room. The light. He giggled to himself as he slipped in the room and turned it off, waiting for Makayla to turn off the light in Nancy's room and journey down the darkness. Right into his arms. Where he would scare the daylights out of her. He heard the light switch flick off in the other room, and could physically feel her pause.

"Son of a bitch." he heard her mutter, before she took a deep breath, and slow footsteps started coming down the hall, his way. He grinned, peeked around the corner, and barely saw her moving. Perfect. He reached out, grabbed her and spun her into the laundry room. Makayla let out a loud squeak as Joker pinned her to the wall, one of his legs moving to slide between hers. One of his hands rested on her throat, and the other held his knife, which he rested against her cheek. He grinned at her as her chest heaved in an effort for her to catch her breath.

"Scare ya, doll?" he whispered. She growled, though Joker wasn't sure if she were growling at him, or at the fact that he scared the piss out of her.

"You're a dick." she finally said. Joker's grin widened; so she was growling at him then. "Could you not find a way to entertain yourself?"

"Uh, no. I have been positively bored since I got here."

"And that's my problem?" she asked angrily as she got her breath back. "There's no law that says it's my job to keep you entertained." Joker glared at her.

"You DO know who I am, don't you?" He whispered, threat evident in his tone.

"Of course I do. I watch the news."

"Then, why, pray tell, do you continue to run your damn mouth off, like I won't kill you? Hmm?" He asked her, pressing into her face with the knife. He felt her smile against the blade.

"Because. I don't particularly CARE if you kill me. In fact, I'm pretty sure you're going to." Joker paused; he hadn't actually thought about it. He was intending on using her to hide him until the heat died down, however long that took. But after? Eh, it was a coin toss. It really depended on how fun she was. And right now, he was still bored.

"I wasn't actually planning on it, sweet cheeks. But now, now I just might." He took notice of her body posture, how tense she was, and how she shook just slightly. He grinned to himself. "You, uh, not scared of me now, are you beautiful?"

"No." She whispered, her voice shaky. "I just don't like the dark."

"What's wrong with the dark?" He teased her in a mocking tone, sliding closer to her. Her breath caught.

"Too many places for something to hide." she answered after a moment's pause, her voice only slightly more steady.

"The only thing hiding in the dark, doll," He leaned forward, and bit her neck, making her jump before he let go to whisper in her ear, "Is me." She groaned softly, and the sound gave Joker pause. Was that exasperation, or arousal? He decided to find out.

"Still scared?" he murmured, pressing his hips into hers. She bucked against him, and he chuckled darkly. Oh, NOW it was fun!

"Yes." she whispered back, and a shiver overtook her frame. "Please…"

"Mmm, please what, Makayla?" He drew out every syllable in her name with a chuckle. "Please let you go? Or please….take you against this wall?" His hips met hers again, and she gasped out a soft moan as she again met him halfway.

"I don't...I'm not sure…." she was stumbling over her words, her breathing heavy, and Joker could feel heat radiating from her. He laughed, and pulled away from her, flicking on the laundry room light to look at her. She was still leaned against the wall, her face flushed. His face paint was on her neck, as was a dark red mark where he bit her. Her lips were open, and heavy pants were escaping through them as she stared at him with wide, dilated eyes. He gave her a sharp grin.

"It's harder to lie in the light, doll." He said in a low tone, before moving back out to the living room area, sprawling into the seat he had vacated in the first place. It took her a full ten minutes before she came back out into the living room. Joker noticed with a smile that she sat a full seat and a half away from him. She refused to look at him, focusing back on her laptop. He glared; that wouldn't do.

"So, why don't you care whether or not I kill you?" he asked her in a saccharine sweet tone, hoping to make her uncomfortable. It worked. Makayla shifted in her seat.

"Why do you care?" she countered, her reply not as fast as she had been before. He shrugged.

"I don't really. But I am curious, doll."

"Yes, well. You may have to continue to be curious." Ah, there was the speedy response time. Joker stood up, and closed the gap between them before sitting down.

"Aww, come on there, Kayla. I thought we were getting...closer to each other there in the laudnry room." He chucked at his own joke. Makayla rolled her eyes.

"It's MAkayla. Not Kayla. And no. You were getting close to me."

"And you LOVED it." He whispered, his low voice making her shiver.

"What will it take to get you to let me finish this? I have a paper due tomorrow, and if I do not finish this, I lose 30% of my grade. And my grade is pretty damn good this year, so I'd like to keep it that way if you don't mind." She sounded almost desperate, which made Joker grin at her.

"Answer my question." he demanded. She groaned.

"I'd rather not."

"Well, perhaps there's something else I could do to occupy my time…" He trailed off, giving her a suggestive smile that set her face aflame.

"I am not having sex with you while I'm at work." she answered firmly.

"How about something else, then?" he asked. She sighed, closed the laptop, and glanced his way.

"Fine. What did you have in mind?"

Joker didn't answer. Instead he covered her lips with his.

It took her about ten seconds to process what was happening before Makayla kissed him back, letting him plunder her mouth with his tongue. Joker noticed with a smile against her lips that she tasted like vanilla, the complete opposite of what he was fairly certain he tasted of. He broke away from her and smirked at her red face and lips covered in red grease paint.

"Now I suppose you can finish your paper." He told her, turning in his seat to focus on the news. She took a few deep breaths before Makayla opened her laptop back up and began typing again.

Her fingers never stopped shaking.

A/N: Alright, here's chapter 2. I'm not actually positive I know where this story is going anymore lol. But we shall see, won't we? ;)

Thank you to everyone who reviewed chapter 1. Hope you guys enjoy this one!

Lizzie Shadows