Chapter 3

Joker left Makayla alone when she checked on Miss Nancy at 4. He wanted to wait for a more...private setting to rattle her cage some more. He grinned to himself as he thought back on the feeling of her little hips grinding into his. Her gasps. Her groans. Oh, if he got her alone again...the things he would do to that girl. He let out a slightly exasperated sigh. It had been far too long since he had a woman.

Makayla began making breakfast for the house at 5:30 am. Joker slunk into the kitchen to watch her maneuver around the small space with relative ease, and a smile on her face. She occasionally met his intense stare with a questioning look. He gave her a sarcastic smirk in response. Finally, after she had finished making the breakfasts, she faced Joker with a slight glare.

"Ok. Everyone is going to be up soon. Can't you PLEASE go yet?" she pleaded. He chuckled.

"Oh, trust me, I'd like to. But I have seen five damn cop cars out that window in the last hour alone. They are still looking for me. And while Arkam was fun, it's not, uhm, part of the plan." Joker answered with a sharp smile. She groaned.

"Fine. Then, if you must linger around, I must insist that you hide in the backseat of my car."

"Oh, you want me in the backseat, do you?" He gave her a roguish grin, which made her blush.

"Would you just please, go wait in my car for me to get done? The backseat will be more comfortable for you to hide." He nodded, licking his lips as he thought for a moment.

"Fine. But, uh, you better not get any ideas, gorgeous. Tell anybody that I'm there, and uhm, it won't end well for you." He warned. He probably wouldn't mind going back to Arkham. But he wasn't kidding when he said it wasn't part of the plan. And he did SO hate to change those right in the middle when he had a specific goal in mind. Makayla nodded her head.

"Who would believe me? "Hey, officer, the Joker picked the equivalent of a nursing home to hide in, come get him before he continues to harass the little old ladies." Yeah, that'll go well." she sassed him, moving to head down the hallway to get the girls up. Joker chuckled and shook his head, slipping silently out the door as he heard her start knocking on doors and calling to the girls. Joker peaked around the corner before sliding along she shadows beside the cottage in the early morning. He slunk over to her car and slid into the back seat, laying his tall frame across the seat and out of view of the windows. He sighed, and listened to the cars racing around outside. People, on their way to work or school. Eventually sirens would sound. He knew she would call the police. He briefly wondered how long it would take. Would she hesitate because of the moment that they shared in the laundry room? Or would that only make her call faster? Maybe she would tell them not to turn on the sirens, because she wanted him to be caught and not have the chance to run. No sooner did that thought cross his mind than the front door opened. Joker had his knife out in a heartbeat, sitting up just enough to meet Makayla's calm eyes.

"Easy. It's just me. You can go back to resting if you need to. It's a ten minute drive to my apartment." she assured him quietly. Joker frowned in thought, sitting up to sit directly behind her as she started the car, turning on the heat and throwing the car in reverse. She backed out effortlessly, and headed off down the road. Joker reached around the seat and rested his hands on her rib cage. He smirked when he felt her jump, resting his chin on the seat so he could whisper in her ear.

"You didn't call the police?" she shook her head.

"No, I didn't."

"Why?" he breathed out, delighting in her shiver as he slowly moved his hands around to cup the sides of her breasts. She exhaled sharply, goosebumps rising along her skin.

"Because what would be the point? Better to avoid that drama, isn't it?"

"Are you, uh, SURE that's why you didn't call them?" he licked a line along her earlobe, grinning as she held in a groan.

"What else...what else could it be?" she stumbled over her words as Joker ran the tips of his fingers over her breasts.

"Oh...maybe because I get you soaking wet faster than you ever have been before?" Joker whispered, chuckling as this time he did get a moan, and her grip on her steering wheel tightened to the point her knuckles turned white. Her face however, was flushed, and her breath escaped in soft pants.

"That may be the case, but it's not the reason." She told him, turning into the parking lot with a sigh, glancing at him in her mirror. "I'm on the second floor of that building there. Let's go." Joker squeezed her before letting her go, forcing her to take just a couple minutes to breathe before she got out of the car. He followed her out, walking behind her silently as she headed up her stairs and into the apartment. He glanced around the homey space with slight disdain, smirking as she shut and locked the door behind him. She moved to toss her bag she took to work in what Joker assumed was her bedroom. She them kicked off her shoes and moved into the kitchen.

"Are you hungry?" she asked him, opening the refridgerator door, peering in with a slight glare.

"Oh, yes." he growled, grabbing her hips and grinding up on her ass. "But not for anything you've got in that fridge, beautiful."

"Why do you keep insisting on doing this?" she groaned, moving to twist out of his grasp. Joker tightened his grip.

"Not sure what you mean by 'this'." he answered, holding her body firmly against his until he felt her relax just a touch.

"This. Grabbing me. Touching me…." she trailed off as he grabbed her shoulder with one hand, pulling her upper body tighter into him.

"Turning you on? Making you drip?" he bit her neck, grinning into her skin. "Making you shake?" He let her go, shrugging as she turned to face him. "Why not? It's fun."

"Not for me." she murmured, rubbing her arm absently. He laughed, doubling over in his hilarity.

"Really? Is that so?" he asked as he calmed down. He shoved her into a cabinet, cupping her through her jeans. "The, uh, HEAT you're giving off tells me otherwise." God, he needed more of her. He didn't know if it was just it had been a long time, or if it was genuine attraction, but he was a man of impulse, and his was SCREAMING for him to take her. She bucked into his hand, groaning.

"Damn it…." Makayla breathed out in a hiss. He smirked.

"Why don't you, uh, stop over THINKING it, beautiful, and just let it happen?"

"Because I can't…" she tangled her fingers in Joker's trench coat, whether she meant to push him away or pull him closer was unclear, but he didn't much care either way. It wasn't going to be enough to stop him. He licked up her throat as she tossed her head back.

"Mmm, you can't what Makayla?" He murmured, his lips pressed against her skin. She trembled.

"I've never...never done this before." Joker froze.

"Never….Makayla, are you…?"

"Yes." she interrupted him, too embarrassed to let him actually say the word. Joker felt something deeply primal erupt in his lower abdomen. He growled, grabbing her by the back of her head and jerked her forward with a low grumble of satisfaction.

"Oh, this will be FUN!" he managed to get out before he pressed his lips heatedly against hers.

A/N: Ok, so...this is basically turning into my smut outlet. Where will it end, I don't know. I might just end it after they finally do it. Which apparently is coming sooner rather than later, pun not intended. Anyway, hope you enjoy. Will see you next time!

Lizzie Shadows