Chapter 3 | Trust Me

I hummed a catchy tune and hopped my way to our bedroom, after carving dialogues on Robin's body, I felt tired and decided to hit the hay and let Puddin do the rest of the job. I pushed open the black door to the black room, and hopped in the bed, feeling my muscles relax and sighed. I looked at the sunset through the window on the side.

It was a beautiful evening.

Watching the sunset, I felt sleep taking over me and closed my eyes, drifting off to a good sleep, when I was stopped by the shuffling of feet, and clothed being flown away to hit the floor.

He is here.

Thr bed jumped behind me and in less than a few seconds I was turned around by strong lean muscular pale arms, and being tossed almost on top of his muscular chest. I squealed at the sudden move and giggled.

"Sleepy already?" He asked, a wide grin replacing his face, as he stared down at me, my head lying on his shoulder. "We have to celebrate remember?"

"What do you want to do?" I asked, giggling.

"Mm." He rubbed his chin and then a wide smile took over his pale face. "It involves a ...bed." He replied, his voice low and erotic and in a swift move, he pushed me over, him hovering above me, looking at me with intense desire swirling in the icy blueness of his eyes.

"I--"

Knock. Knock.

He growled, gritting his teeth, irritated from the interruption and got out of the bed, walking towards the door and opened it angrily. "What?"

"Its Batman."

I leaned over and saw that it was Frosty, his best and most reliable henchman, looking serious. There was silence for a few seconds before Mr. J said, "Get the car ready."

He slammed the door shut and walked furiously around the bedroom, grabbing his crocodile leather coat, not attempting to take off his Arkham pants, and grabbed a few guns from the wardrobe.

"What's going on? Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up on the bed, pouting at the turn of events.

"Sorry honey." He said, loading a pistol and shoved it into his pocket. "Got some Batman business to handle." A wide grin took over his face, it was an evil one.

"Can I come?" I asked and he abruptly stopped whatever he was doing, and turned around, my eyes widened at his intense features. His eyes were rigid and narrowed, a frown on his face.

"No." He said, his tone indicating a note of finality and that I should ask no more, but that just made me even more curious. Why wouldn't he let me come?

He doesn't think I haven't noticed? Whenever we go to rob banks, or explode buildings, he brings me along and we have hell of a time but when it comes to dealing with Batman, he never brings me along with him. Not even to his meetings, he never tells me his plans about Batman.

Does he not trust me?

"Don't ya trust me Puddin?" I asked, my expression of hurt and I heard a low growl from him, as he stuffed a knife into his pants, before turning around fully to face me.

He was angry.

"I will be back." He said firmly, before walking towards the door.

"Why are you ignoring me..." I said, my voice meek, my insides were breaking.

He doesn't trust me.

He didn't say a word as he walked out of the room, slamming the door shut with such ferocity that I flinched from the loud sound.

My lips trembled and tears filled my eyes, but I refused to let them down. Sure, he brings me out on dates, tells me sweet things, and brins me along to rob banks and stuff, but being pushed out off the most important thing in his life hurts a lot.

Everyone knows that the Joker's one and only aim in life is to kill Batman, to destroy Batman, and he wouldn't let me in on that. Is it because he doesn't trust me? That definitely must be the reason, if not, why else would he ignore me?

I hugged myself and rocked myself back and forth on the bed, trying to avoid the thought, and desperately trying to think of a way to prove myself trustworthy to him. What should I do?

A tear slid down my eye and I wiped it away. I stood up from the bed, walking to the window, to look at the view.

Suddenly, the door to the room bursted open, and I turned around. Before I could register what is going on, I was pulled to a his chest, and shoved onto a wall, with a loud growl, I was pulled up, my legs circling around his waist, holding me firmly and his lips crushed mine into a passionate kiss.

More tears started falling down from my eyes and his hands reached my cheeks, he didn't wipe them away, he let them fall, but the start of the soft touch sent a strong feeling of warmth spiraling through my system. My eyes closed fearlessly, but the closure didn't let me see darkness, it instead created colours of fondness. My tense nerves soon began to relax, my troubles, my pain began to melt away and the surroundings began to disappear leaving only me, me and him.

His lips felt so gentle so warm, I felt my hands beginning to slide up his chest and encircle his neck, as the kiss began to grow heavy. His hands slid off her face and tightened around my tiny waist. I continued kissing him hungrily wanting more. His lean muscular body pressed against mine. The kiss went on, our lips moving in perfect sync and the kiss becoming more passionate by the second. He growled into the kiss, showing off his frustration, his anger, and I was feeding off of it, enjoying each second of it.

His hand slid smoothly onto my arm, lifting it and pinning it against the wall. Our kiss grew more greedy, my mouth locking tighter. The heat flowing throughout my body began to grow as I felt his other hand slide along my thighs, squeezing them hard, making me gasp. Reluctantly I removed my lips from his, leaning frailly against the wall. My eyes leisurely began to open, eyelids relaxed as I slowly sucked in the cool air. He stared back, his eyes calm, before a wide grin came on his features.

"I will be back soon." He whispered due to the lack of oxygen, breathing heavily. Then, he pulled away, and walked out of the room, leaving me in a dizzy state, aching for more and I touched my lips, unconsciously, thinking of what just happened.

I smiled through the tears.

He can pretend that he is angry with me but he can never resist me, no matter how much he wants too.

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