𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ⟪𝟏⟫ // ❮✓❯

Dollface // J.

I'm his doll on a pedestal. I can't be broken, and I can't be fixed. I'm just deranged. I'm crazy and I'm twisted and I'm just like him.

Who is he? To you, he's The Joker. To me, he's all my demons personified.

"J, babe, when's the next heist?!" I shouted.

"Can't hear you, dollface!" He yelled back, maniacally giggling over the noise of his shower.

I groaned and rolled off our king-sized bed, sauntering towards the bathroom. I pushed open the door and walked into the purple-tiled bathroom.

Inside was a walk in shower, a deep bathtub, a black marble sink with a gold fawset, and a door hiding the toilet. I stood in front of the King of Gotham City, his hair slicked back with water as he showered. He cackled and turned to face me, his signature smile plastered across his features.

"When's the next heist?" I repeated.

"Still can't hear you... Dollface." He said slowly with his crazed ocean eyes glaring lovingly into my own honey colored ones.

"You're a needy psycho, you know that?" I snapped playfully with a grin, beginning to undress.

I slowly slid my  lace bra off my shoulders, unclasping it and letting it fall to the floor. Joker's face contorted into his infamous, wild grin, known by all of Gotham City. I untied my silk shorts and slipped them down my legs, leaving me naked in front of him.

I unbound my hair and fluffed it with my hand, then running it through. I stepped into the water with him and tipped my head back, soaking myself. I looked back up and smiled wickedly at my boyfriend.

"When's the next heist?" I asked lowly into his ear.

"Tomorrow night, baby." He murmured into my ear. He spun me so my back was pressed against his chest.

"Someone's in the mood." I giggled to myself.

"Oh, Baby, you have no idea!" He spoke softly against the shell of my ear.

"Well, too bad for you," I spun myself in his grip to face him, "'cause I'm actually gonna shower." I smirked, displeasing him was my favourite hobby.

I reached for the shampoo and washed my hair before rinsing, repeated the process with the conditioner and body wash. Joker copied my actions and glared at me most of the time, causing me to smile innocently back.

When I was finished I walked out and dried myself, towel-drying my hair and collecting my clothes before I stepped into the bedroom. I threw my former pyjamas on the floor somewhere and popped onto the silk covered bed.

I rolled over and smirked at the Clown Prince as he walked out of the bathroom with only a purple towel on his hips, his tattoos and scars being shown off in all their glory. I licked my lips and drank in his chiselled body like liquor, biting my lip tauntingly.

He leaned over my figure and planted his hands either side, his face so agonisingly close that our noses were touching each other's cheek.

"You wanna be a tease, baby? Two can play your game... And I'm the master, Doll." He murmured.

"Try me, Darlin'." I whispered seductively.

He began planting soft kisses along my neck and jaw, his hand barely gracing the skin of my side. I dragged my nails up his sides, feeling the goosebumps arise a across his pale skin.

I pressed hard on his chest, surprisingly pushing him backwards.

"Uh-uh-uh," I hushed, "this is my game."

I quickly wrapped my legs around his torso and flipped us so I now sat on his stomach, his hands rubbing my thighs gently.

"Oh, you're getting good." He said through gritted teeth.

"Getting mad, baby?" I taunted, edging my body closer to his still covered crotch.

"You know that Daddy doesn't like to play." He snarled back, a wicked grin creeping across his face.

"Really? Well..." I sighed playfully, slipping myself off him and under the sheets, "I guess he'll have to wait." I smirked and rolled onto my side.

An annoyed yell came from the end of the bed, stomping soon followed before clothes were pulled on and the bedroom door slammed shut. I laughed crazily in my place, rolling out of bed again and slipping into Joker's favourite dress. I strapped on my black heels before getting up and walking out too.

I clicked my way downstairs to find the King of Gotham barking orders at his henchmen, with them all scrambling to please the psychotic clown. I watched as the muscles flexed in his back when he moved, his tight blood-red dress shirt and shoulder holster outlining them perfectly.

I smirked and stood on my toes to whisper in his ear, "Who's the master of the game now, Baby?"

I watched as muscles in his jaw clenched before he whirled around and grabbed my wrist. I didn't fight. I didn't move. But then again, neither did he.

"Come on, Baby, it's club time." I mumbled before walking out of the room, and into the garage.

I looked over every car J owned, picking out my favourite. His prized sangria wrapped Lamborghini. I smiled and slid into the passenger side to wait for my clown.

{Comic: Batman (DC's Joker)}