He Lived For Her~ A Joker Story

Chapter 33- Apologies

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-IVYS POV-

I had been sitting in one of the booths, trying to clear my head.
My head was resting on the table, and I was playing with one of the golden placemats in my other hand.

It had been at least 2 hours since what happened, since he walked upstairs.
He didn't come back down, and I didn't go up...I guess we were just giving each other some space.

I knew deep down he meant his apology, and I also knew I had to forgive him.
While I was alone down here, I just thought of why I should forgive him, because I love him.
Love is a strong word, I know- but I can't describe it any other way, and when he said he loved me too last night...it just made me feel complete.

I knew inside me that he doesn't want to hurt me anymore, because if I had poured the whisky over the cocaine 2 months ago he probably would've electrocuted me to death.

I decided to head up and speak to him...I just wanted to hold him.

I looked up at the clock on the wall.
"6 in the morning?" I said in disbelief

Deep down I couldn't be bothered going out today and dealing with Harleen. She was a nice woman, but something told me she wasn't completely normal like Bruce said, I feel like there was still some Harley left inside her aching to be free again.
Bruce on the other hand really seemed to be head over heels for her.
Was it a weird way to get at Joker? If it was it obviously wasn't working- but I don't think it is, I think it's 100% real. Bruce and Harleen were in love.

As I lifted my head, my head pounded and my sight went dizzy for a second.
I held my head while it passed.
These sudden headaches started when the vomiting started, I had concluded that I had an illness of some sort, maybe the flu or something.

I got on my feet and stumbled to the door, then made my way upstairs.

"Maybe he's asleep..?" I thought as I walked slowly up the stairs

As I approached the room, I couldn't hear anything.

I took a deep breath, getting ready.
I opened the door and stepped inside.

I looked over and he was sat at his desk, I knew he was awake.

I heard him sigh as he had now acknowledged my presence, but he didn't move in his chair, he just kept his back to me.

I walked slowly up to him, then leant down and wrapped my arms around his neck from behind.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled against his cheek as I kissed it

I felt compelled to say sorry for my outburst, even though I had every right to be angry. I still felt bad.

He lifted his hand up and just stroked my arm along with an agreeing nod.

"Promise me...promise me you won't do it again" I whispered

He sighed again, then turned around in his chair what made me break my lose hold.

He looked up at me and didn't say anything.
His eyes were bloodshot, and looked more tired then they already were. I just wanted to hold him.

I straddled the chair, perched on his lap and my arms around his neck.
I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

We just looked at each other, taking in one another's features like we hadn't seen them before.

I think we were both shocked about what happened tonight, and we both wanted to move on.

At the same time, we both leaned forward and kissed lightly.
I could still taste the alcohol on his lips, but I knew he wasn't drunk anymore.

I pulled away slowly and rested my forehead on his, both our noses touching.
"Please don't do it anymore" I said

He looked in my eyes, then tightened his grip around me gently.
"You're my drug, you always have been"

I felt butterflies flutter around my stomach when I heard him say that. I always thought the Joker was this evil guy who killed people and was a vicious villain- I guess he was in some people's eyes...but in mine he was just like any other person.
He had emotions, but rarely ever wanted to show them, so when he did show them it meant a lot to me.

I brushed my lips against his, and we kissed again lightly. I enjoyed this sweet moment and I didn't want to lose it.

"Are you okay princess?" He asked against my lips

I pulled away and smiled along with a little blink
"In fine"

"I don't want you to go to Wayne Enterprises today" he said "I want you to stay here"

I furrowed my eyebrows and leaned away from him a little bit
"What?"

"You didn't let me finish" he chuckled weakly "I want you to stay here with me"

"Really?" I grinned

He nodded
"You have pretty much done everything I have asked" he explained "I don't think having a day off will hurt"

"And what are we going to do all day?" I smirked

"What ever you want princess" he grinned "it's your day"

I had some ideas.

I leaned and put my lips to his ear and whispered
"I want you to give me a tattoo" and I bit his ear playfully

"Where?" He asked sexually

I leaned back and looked him in the eye.
"Wherever you want, daddy"