◇Joker One-Shots◇

Stuck With Me

"Because!" Joker's voice roared over hers, finding some strength as he circled her like a cat with a mouse. "Because, you.. my dear, are so precious to me... I find it difficult to think about anything else.." He slightly smirked to himself, his eyes looking anywhere else but hers. "Because you are all I think about and that is unacceptable... You see, I can't.. I can't.." He lost his words. He couldn't bring himself to admit he loved her. If she knew, he knew she would return his love... and then where would he be?

"What, are you saying.." She gazed up at him, her vision blurred. "that youre in love me?"

Joker pointed the knife at her, his eyed boarding into her. He couldn't deny her question. Perhaps she deserved to knife why she had to die.

"I am.." He made his way to her, grabbing the head of the chair and steadily bringing the knife to her throat. "You don't know what you're doing to me.." He licked his lips. "You make me feel.. vulnerable. Like I'm always upside down..." His eyes gazed down at her face.

Her sweet face.

The face he couldn't get out of his head. Her eyes, such a beautiful color. Flashing batting like butterflies when she looked at him with that caring look in her eyes. Damn her.

And then he saw the tears fall.

"You make me feel complete."

Not once did she scream or cry out for help. She let her years finally fall before nodding. Accepting her fate.

"I love you too, Jack." She tilted her head back so he could cut her throat with ease. Joker's grip on the knife tightened, his teeth nibbling at his chapped lips in frustration.

Damn it.

He pressed the blade to her skin, his hand shaking as he spotted a small bead of blood.

Fuck. Damn her.

He couldn't do it.

He growled in anger and threw the knife across the room, standing straight and pacing around. He was mumbling to himself. What he was saying, she couldn't quite understand. She watched him pace back and forth, he looked as though he was ready to wear his hair out.

How dare she do this to him.

Using his name like that. Just like the night they...

Joker paused in his step and stood there in silence. He jerked slightly, his mangled hair tickling his scared cheeks softly. He sighed and sat himself on the ground, his legs crossed as he tapped his fingers against his knees.

What was he to do?

He knew he couldn't kill her. No matter how angry he was. He couldn't do it.

And she knew it.

She watched him with his back turned to her, watching him as he unraveled his mind entirely. His love for her was eating at him and he couldn't stop it.

Perhaps he shouldn't.

Did he ever think of that?

Maybe he should accept the fact that he was in love with her. What was so bad about it?

She wasn't like Jeannie.

She wouldn't leave him.

"What should I do.." Joker finally spoke up, his back still turned away from her. She gazed at him, questioning him at first. "I can't.. kill you. As much as I should.. I can't do it." He scoffed, shaking his head. "Are you a witch?" He asked, turning his head towards her. This caused her to chuckle, shaking her head.

"No. I'm not a witch.." Her gaze fell sadly. "I'm just the woman who stole your heart." She smirked, making him turn towards her. He noticed the smug look on her face. "And you hate that you have no control over it. Well guess what, that's how love works. You can't control who you fall in love with.. so deal with it." She said rather bluntly. She raised her chin as though to look proud. "You and I are simply meant to be."

Joker scoffed, rolling his eyes at her statement. Try as he might, he didn't have an argument, she was right.

He said her name softly. It rolled of his tongue with such ease. God, he loved saying her name. He hated that he did. But he fucking loved it.

"Now that you've had your tantrum, can you please untie me? I'm starting to get rope burn." She stated, gesturing to her restraints. Joker smirked to himself and stood up.

"I love it when I give you rope burn." He smacked his lips and went to grab the knife from his pocket. It wasn't there. He felt for it again. Nothing. Joker looked around the room, tapping his chin. "Um. You wouldn't happen to know what I threw the knife, would you?" He looked down at her, a smug smirk on his chard lips. She sighed and hung her head.

"You have got to be kidding me.."