He Lived For Her~ A Joker Story

Chapter 12- Pain And Affection

-IVYS POV-

I heard faint shuffling and walking, what made me stir in my sleep.

"Maybe this...no that wouldn't work.." I heard as my senses started to wake up.

I rolled over slowly and opened my eyes.

I looked over to the source of the noise.
Joker was sat at his desk drawing things out and writing.

I remembered I was still in his room...and how he..."punished me" last night...

Without rustling the sheets too much, I lifted up the duvet and gawped at the sight of my waist.

I had two big round purple bruises on either sides of my hip bones, and they were a deep shade of purple I couldn't even describe...

I realised I was still just in my bra...I really needed to find a top around here already...oh yeah...mine had bugs in it!

Suddenly, Joker stood up and started pacing around the room, but when he noticed me looking at him he stopped.

I gave a weak smile, but he turned his head back to the desk and sat down, his tattooed back facing me once more.

I hugged the covers into my chest, and felt the warmth hug me back and I smiled, but then i thought:
"Why did he give up his bed for me last night?"
"Where did he sleep?"
"Did he EVEN sleep?"

Well, when I saw him pacing the room he seemed like he had been up all night...he had dark sunken eyes and his movements were sharp but weak...

I watched his back muscles move as he wrote, and I also examined his tattoos.
Some had been covered up with lots of scribbles...
I could see the letter H, but the rest of the word had been totally scribbled out roughly.

"How did he get those tattoos on his back?" I wondered, sinking my head further into the pillow, still watching his movements.
"Did someone else do them?" I thought again.

"Why are you staring at me?" I heard his raspy voice growl.

I started to sit up and get ready for an argument.

"I wasn't staring" I argued.

"Yes you were" he snapped back, dropping the pencil that was in his hand on the desk.

"how would you know? You didn't see a thing?" I quizzed as I squinted my eyes at him, even though he still had his back to me.

He turned around in his chair, and shot me a glare, but I shrugged my shoulders in response to it.

"Why are you arguing with me?" He asked in a low tone, slowly stretching his fingers out in a wave motion.

"Why did you give me your bed last night?" I said back.

He sighed, then turned back to the papers on his desk.

I started to get up and approach him with caution.

"Where did you sleep last night?" I asked, as I was now stood behind him.

"I didn't" he said in an agitated tone. He quickly noticed my close presence and hid the papers with a t-shirt on the floor next to him.