Two Hearts to Make a Maniac

Nowadays, I hardly remember going to sleep but I do. And like the previous I awoke in the Joker's room. Yawning, I turned onto my other side. I couldn't help but bulge my eyes momentarily as I saw the Joker laying beside me, his eyes already open. This felt very uncomfortable so I went to get up but was pulled back down. The Joker's dark eyes met mine and I couldn't help but look away. The closeness was unlike him, but I couldn't push him away.

I felt his hand comb through my hair, playing with the tips. "I like your hair." He whispered, his voice deep.

"You should, you chose the color." I snorted rolling my eyes.

"I know." He chuckled, grinning. I sighed and curled my head to my chest letting his fingers continue to roam through my hair. I felt wonderful, intoxication as well. My eyes fluttered closed as his hand raked through my roots. Every once in a while he would tug at it slightly but I didn't care. "Come on." Suddenly he yanked me up by my arm. I stumbled after him my limbs aching slightly. He tugged me along the halls till we came to the bathroom and for a moment I thought he was going to dye my hair again. "Take off my paint." He ordered sitting down on the toilet.

I nodded dumbly and looked for a wash rag in the medicine cabinet. After finding one, I turned on the sink and ran the rag under the water. Turning to him, I squinted my eyes. I wasn't exactly sure where to start. Shrugging, I crouched down and began to wipe some of the white paint off his face. The Joker was completely still, his eyes closed as I wiped away the paint. His breath was so calming, and I could hear his heart beat, it was in sync with mine. A couple times I could feel myself slip but snapped back and continued to clean his face.

As I wiped his nose, he wrinkled it slightly his lips twitching. I pressed my lips together suppressing a giggle. Turning to the sink, I washed off some of the paint and put some soap on it. I held onto one side of his neck as I cleaned his chin and neck. His warm breath hit my arm as I pushed back his hair and cleaned the paint off his ears. I carefully wiped away the black paint off his eyes, making sure that none of it got in his actual eyes.

Slowly, I wiped the red paint off his lips, biting my own as I did. It made me shiver being so close to him. But as I went to wipe the paint from his scars, he tensed up. I furrowed my brows and continued to wipe it off. As I finished I backed away slightly and stared at him. His skin was tanned, and even with the scars, he was handsome. I could see the man I love come to life. Reaching my hand out, I traced a hand across one of his scars.

Snapping his eyes open, the Joker grabbed my hand. His eyes were pained. "Don't." He commanded.

It took me a moment for me to understand why he did that. "You think I'll be like her?" I asked speaking of his previous wife. "Well I'm not. I'm not some bitch, ok?" I reached out my hand again but he slapped it away.

"Don't!" He roared.

Standing up, I clenched my teeth together and looked around desperately. Yanking open the medicine cabinet I searched through it, finally finding what I wanted. A razor blade. Closing the medicine cabinet I walked to the mirror and positioned the blade in my mouth.

"Stop!" the Joker yelled grabbing my hand that held the knife.

Staring at him, teary-eyed, I bit my lip. "Please," I begged searching his eyes, "I don't CARE about the scars." I stressed a tear sliding down my cheek.

The Joker let his arm drop, staring at me as I used his own words against him. Smiling, I turned back to the mirror, sticking the blade in my mouth again. Giving him a reassuring smile, I yanked the blade. The pain was unbearable but I kept pulling until the blade cut a smile similar to his. Finally, being satisfied and in numbing pain, I set down the blade and turned to the Joker. He looked at me softly and picked up the rag wiping away some of the blood.

As he set the rag down I reached up and grabbed his neck pulling him to me. "I love you." I whispered and pressed my lips against his.

For a moment he did nothing until I pulled away slightly. He wrapped his arms around my in a bone breaking hug and kissed back roughly. It was painful, but I didn't care. This moment was wonderful, the pain, the kiss, him. All of it.

As he pulled away I groaned in frustration. He laughed, his voice cracking at one point and stared down at me. A smile graced his lips, a real smile too.

"I love you." I repeated again with a stupid smile.

He laughed again then leaned down our brows pressing together. "I love you too." He whispered stroking the bloodied side of my face. "Now come on, we need to stitch that smile up." He said grinning tugging me along. I couldn't help but notice the blood smeared on his face, and I was sickly proud that was my blood.

We came back to his room and he sat me down on his bed. Rummaging through a dresser he pulled out the supplies needed. Carefully he began to stitch up my smile. The whole time I smiled staring at him. I just wanted to hold him and him to hold me in return.

As he finished he wiped away the remaining blood and stared up at me. I slid off the bed so I was sitting on the floor with him. Stroking his scars, he stroked mine as well. "We match." I laughed, grinning.

"Yes we do." The Joker chuckled. "And we always will." Standing up he held out his hand to me. "Two hearts to destroy a city?"

I laughed and took his hand hoisting myself up. "And two to make a maniac."