This is a little shorter than the other parts, but I wanted to leave a nice little cliff hanger before I bring it all together in the next and final instalment. Hope you enjoy 😊
"Now take off the sheet and get in the tub so I can work my wonders."
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"Well come on, I ain't got all night ya know." Joker said, as he waited for (Y/n) to get into the bath.
"Turn around." (Y/n) insisted, looking slightly nervous.
Joker stared at her, seeing the concerned look on her face. Cautiously he moved over to her, and gently pulled the blood soaked material from her body. The numerous scars on her body seemed to glisten in the light of the room, it was obvious that they were old and would have been accompanied with bruises that would have been as bad as anything Joker could remember.
(Y/n) tried to cover her body with her arms and hands as Joker traced his fingertips over a scar just above her left breast.
"(Y/n), please don't, ya can trust me." Joker said as he moved her hands away from her body.
"Has anyone told you how truly beautiful ya are (Y/n), you were right when you said that we aren't that dissimilar. Did he do this to ya? Did Thomas give you these scars (Y/n)?" Joker asked, as he circled her, his fingertips never leaving her skin, feeling her body tremble under his touch.
She nodded slightly. "I told you, I was very clumsy as a child." (Y/n) said, as a tear rolled down her cheek as she remembered the pain of her childhood.
She had once tried to tell her parents what was happening, what had been happening for so long, but neither of them would listen, no wanting to believe that their son could do such things; preferring to believe that their daughter was a liar.
Joker stood behind her, his warm breath kissing her neck, as his long fingers caressed her shoulders.
"You know, a scar simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you, don't ya (Y/n)?" Joker whispered in her ear, as his warm hands slowly moved down her arms.
"You ain't the only one with scars (Y/n), do you want to see?" Joker asked as he moved to stand before her.
"Show me, please. Let me know I'm not the only one." (Y/n) said desperately, as Joker began to remove his jacket.
As his other clothes fell to the floor, her eyes widened as she saw the marks that littered his flesh. She reached out her hand, gently placing her fingers softly on what looked like the most recent mark,
"I got that un a few months ago, a cop shot at me; lucky it only grazed, if it had gone in it could have been a different story." Joker told her, as he took her hand from the scar, raising it to his lips, and kissing it gently.
"Come on princess, lets get you all cleaned up." Joker lifted (Y/n) from the floor, slowly lowering her into the hot water. As he took a cloth and began to clean her, (Y/n) took it from his hands and started to remove the greasepaint from his face.
"You look so much more handsome without all this; I like to see the man under the makeup." She said, smiling softly as she gently rubbed away the greasepaint.
As the makeup was removed, Joker couldn't help but stare at the woman before him; contrary to outward appearances, (Y/n) was as damaged a soul as he was, abused and scarred by a person that should have loved her, disbelieved by parents that should have helped her; the only difference between the two was that he chose to hide behind the face paint and violence, and she hid behind that perfect smile and kindness.
"Move up princess." Joker said, as he stood up to remove the rest of his clothes.
Without even a second thought, (Y/n) moved forward in the bath allowing Joker to slip in behind her, the water flowing over the top of the tub as he sank deeper into the hot water. As he settled, he pulled her back into him so that she was leaning gently against his svelte chest, his hands softly caressing her skin as he began to remove the dried on blood.
Never before had Joker experienced something so intimate as he was at this moment; just the closeness of her naked body against his, his fingertips brushing across her flesh, was enough to send waves of pleasure through him. Every nerve, every sense was heightened, his body on fire, as he could hear her soft moans pervade the steam filled room. He found himself moaning along with her, as her hands caressed his thighs, her touch sending little shocks of electricity through him, his body shuddering as she moved so that she was sat on his lap.
"Are ya sure ya want this, are ya sure ya want me? You're a princess and I'm a clown with a gun; I've robbed and I've killed, and I can't take any of that back, I can't change what I've done; I don't deserve to be loved by anyone as good as you." Joker said, as (Y/n)'s head dropped backwards so that it came to rest on his shoulder.
"I've never wanted anything more than I want you, I've never cared about anyone more than I care about you; maybe this was all meant to be, a strange fate that is written in the stars, and is beyond our control. But I for one don't want to question fate, I don't want to question how I feel for you, I don't want an explanation as to why this feels so right; all I want is you, every part of you." (Y/n) said, as she stared deeply into his perfect green eyes.
"If you want this as much as I do, just accept that this is meant to be, we can't fight fate."
Fate was one thing that Joker believed in, whether he liked it or not. His destiny had led him to be Joker, led him to be here right now; maybe it was fate that he had gone into the bank when she was there, that he chose to take her with him as they made their getaway; and just like her, he had no desire to question the plans of the universe.
"How can a humble clown disagree with his princess." Joker said, softly bringing her lips to his.
"But a princess, deserves better than in a bath for her first time, even with a clown." Joker said, as he pulled himself reluctantly from the hot water.
"How do you know I'm a.......... I mean, yes, but.......... how could you tell that.............?" The blush to her cheeks made him want her even more than he already did, the innocence she covered with the sarcastic comments didn't fool Joker, she was as pure as he was, unsullied, untouched by any other man, and Joker was determined that he would be the only man to know the pleasure that her body could give.
"I know princess, because we are the same, and I can't think of anyone else that I would want to be with for my first time." He said, looking down at the shocked woman, that was still enveloped in the cleansing waters.
"I asked Mac to get one of the girls to make up a clean room for ya." Reaching out his hand he helped her from the tub, wrapping a large towel around her before picking her up in his arms, and making his way out of the bathroom.
Finding the room, he placed her gently onto the mattress, removing the towel that covered what he intended to claim as his; his eyes widened as he watched her body flush with desire, she wanted him, truly wanted him. She wanted to be his just as much as he wanted to be hers.
"Arthur please take me; I've waited so long for you; I don't want to wait any longer. Show me what it is to be loved Arthur, please." Reaching out her hand she beckoned him towards her, pulling him to her as he got close.
As he leant over her still wet body, Joker finally realised that he now truly knew what it was to be loved by another human being, to be longed for and desired; and as she gave herself to him, he felt more powerful than he ever had before.
He slowly entered her wanton flushed flesh, and he couldn't help but groan needily as he felt her warmth envelop him, her nails digging into his shoulders at the painful first sting of love. The sudden wave of emotion and want he felt was indescribable; it was like nothing he had ever experienced before, but he knew that it was something he wanted to feel again and again, and always with (Y/n).
With every thrust of his hips he felt himself get harder, and as her moans of pleasure filled the small room, he could think of nothing but her, his whole world in the last few days had become her, and he didn't want it to change.
Joker could feel himself revert back to some of Arthur's traits, but for once he didn't care; it was for her, to protect her, care for her and love her as the gentler part of his nature would.
He could feel her fingernails grip into the flesh on his back, causing a sudden shock of pleasure and pain to course through his body; her every move underneath him, her every tear to his skin, her every breathless moan of his name was causing his every nerve ending to tingle and twitch.
As (Y/n) screamed out his name, reaching her euphoric peak, Joker couldn't believe that this was him doing these glorious things to her body, couldn't believe that he could be the one that was causing her to feel such things.
Finally, the tight feeling in the very pit of his stomach exploded, as he released himself into the beautiful woman beneath him, he gasped for air as his last few needy thrusts jolted him forward uncontrollably. The rush of endorphins through his body was more than he could handle as his body went limp and fell into her arms.
He felt her arms tighten around him as his body shuddered, he didn't want to move, he never wanted to leave her warm embrace, he never wanted to lose the feeling of her heart beating against his. He felt safe in her arms, like nothing and no one could touch him, like he could take on the world and win. She was everything he had ever wanted, everything he had ever needed, and as they held one another he could tell that (Y/n) felt the same.
"Arthur." (Y/n) whispered, as she panted for air, the euphoric feel still coursing through her.
"Hmmmm?" Was all he could reply, momentarily unable to think of anything else fitting to say.
"I love you."
Joker raised himself up from her body so that he could look into her eyes, and within them he could see nothing but sincerity, nothing but love, as the two stared deep into one another's souls.
"I love ya too princess." Was all he could say, as he nuzzled his face into her hand that gently cupped his cheek; her every touch proving to him that his plan would work.
He dropped to her side and pulled her body into his, he couldn't help but smile as her head rested lazily on his chest, her fingers mindlessly drawing intricate patterns on his stomach.
"Do ya want to go back to Thomas, princess?" He asked; he was already sure that he knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it from her.
"No, never! I want to stay with you." She said, distraught at the idea of having to return to her brother.
"Then I need ya to listen to me princess; I have a plan and I need ya to hear me out. It may be crazy, but between us I know we can make it work!"