❝ Biscuit, Mr. Joker? ❞
❝ Nah, I'd rather take a bite outta you ❞
in which an aspiring journalist catches the attention of two of the most powerful men in gotham - the joker and the batman.
[ the dark night | joker x oc x bruce wayne ]
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STEPHANIE SLEPT WELL.
Too well.
When she woke, Park Row was uncharacteristically quiet, which unsettled the young woman even further. As she rolled over, her cheek bumped into an arm, and then the previous night's events flashed in front of her eyes rapidly, as if someone had filmed the racy movie and pressed the play button.
"Holy crap," She whispered, jerking back from the Joker's arm like it was poison ivy.
He laid still.
She felt her heart speed up at the sight of his bare arms and muscular back. A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered how easily he had picked her up and thrown her down on the bed. The way his big hands slid up her...
Nope. Stephanie's mind would not be going there this morning.
She carefully untangled her legs and torso from his embrace, scooting until she was at the edge of the bed. Once her feet were on the floor, she bolted for the bathroom with her pajamas in hand.
"Stupid. Stupid," She hissed to herself, closing the bathroom door and splashing water on her face. She vigorously brushed her teeth and devised a plan. Normally (though one night stands were never normal business for Stephanie), she would swiftly snatch her undergarments, last night's dress, and waltz out the door without saying anything to the guy. But this was her apartment, her crappy run-of-the-mill one bedroom that she clung to because so many memories had been created in the space between the four thin plastic walls, and she simply could not run away. It was true she could step out for a couple hours and hope the Joker had better things to do than hang around in her apartment; this was entirely infeasible, Stephanie would eventually need to return.
At night, he's always here. She thought. Not good. Not good.
Then a rap came at the door, which made her jump ten feet in the air.
"Smokin, I gotta piss," said the Joker. He banged his knuckles against the door louder.
Stephanie whipped the door open, hoping her face would not betray how flustered she was.
"Mornin," Joker grinned wide. He leaned against the door frame. "May I come in?"
"Morning. Of course," she returned stiffly. Stephanie robotically walked out the door and closed it, making sure not to brush past the Joker. He frowned for a second before heading for the toilet.
Amazingly enough, his paint makeup was still pristine on his face, except for the lipstick that had smeared itself all over Stephanie's neck, thighs, and...everywhere else apparently if the inside of her shirt was any indicator. She grabbed a makeup wipe and rubbed at a mark on her neck, cursing under her breath when it didn't budge.
