Predator. Prey.

Smokeshow.

Without a second glance at the bleeding mess I had just created, I handed the gun back to J as he slipped it into his jacket pocket. He was still standing behind me, and all I could do was smile as I turned to face him, inches away from his lips as I locked eyes with my angel.

"Where to next, puddin'?"

Snaking his hands around my waist, he rested his palms at the small of my back. He rolled his head back and grinned, his pupils dilating as he whispered,

"Now we go home."

We.

Home.

The way he said it caused butterflies to erupt from inside my throat and plummet downwards inside my stomach, flying in circles at a million miles an hour. Unable to control my emotions I nearly jumped out of my shoes and leaped up to kiss him, throwing my arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms even tighter around my tiny waist. When I was enveloped in his arms in this way, sheer ecstasy overcame my senses in powerful waves, and all I could do was silently beg for more as his tongue explored every crevice of my mouth. He overpowered me in every way, and I was enchanted by his every touch, his every move.

I was enchanted by everything about him.

He pulled away from the kiss, but not before biting my lip so hard I let a moan escape from the back of my throat. He laughed, grabbing my hand and dragging me away from Jackson's crumbled body and towards the back entrance. He slammed open the door and methodically walked in as I followed, breathing in the colors and the lights and the sounds of the pop music blaring from the dance floor. I tugged his hands towards the dancing crowd of colorful bodies, asking in his ear,

"Will you dance with me?"

Possessively and with an urgent rage, he spun around and pinned me to the nearest wall, nearly knocking me off my feet in surprise. I bit my lip in anticipation as he growled, eyeing me with a powerful determination,

"The only time you're allowed to dance is locked away in a crystal cage, where no one can touch you but me."

Time stood still as a smile played at my lips,

"Yes, Daddy."

He let go of me quickly, and turned around to proceed to the front entrance. He grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, and I silently obeyed, and all I could think about was how in the hell did I get so lucky, finding someone that protected and loved me so limitlessly? I broke my train of thought with a fit of giggles, still never fully understanding how I could be so obsessed and so consumed by one man.

It was at this moment that a dull green smoke filled my nostrils, making me wrinkle my nose in disgust. It was pungent, smelling like moss and autumn leaves. The smoke started near the bar, but was quickly intensifying, growing thicker and more apparent and stronger until I could no longer see an inch in front of me. Joker let go of my hand, causing a yelp to escape from my lips,

"J? Where are you?"

I reached my arms out and felt nothing, and the smoke was still growing thicker, reaching up to the ceiling and eventually it was as if I were standing in a cloud, above the city, and I was immediately hypnotized in the beauty of it. Swirling green smoke, green like his hair, maybe this was one of his plans in action? I bit my lip and laughed, the unpredictability of this life was fucking intoxicating.

Suddenly I felt a hand grasp my wrist, and I sighed in relief, ready for Joker to give me an explanation or simply a show of affection. The hand pulled me away from the wall and past crowds of faceless bodies. The smoke was so thick and so pungent I couldn't see anything other than my hair and my arms, but I knew Mr. J would lead us to safety. I could hear the music still pounding and people coughing and grabbing at the air around them, but eventually I was lead to a door by my puddin', and he opened it swiftly before yanking me out into the warm, clear air.

The door slammed behind me and I laughed,

"That was quite a way to make an exit, Mr. J."

When I looked up, however, the air around me suddenly froze. Confusion grabbed a hold of me as I stared at the figure who had led me out, her voluminous red hair contrasting the grey Arkham uniform on her olive green skin.

"Ivy? What the fu"-

I didn't even have time to ask questions as she swiftly kissed my cheek and grabbed my hand once again to lead me down the alley. My thoughts were put at a standstill, and I could do nothing but thoughtlessly obey her as we walked hastily through the dark streets of Gotham and into the unknown.