He Lived For Her~ A Joker Story

Chapter 34- Tattoos And Tests

-IVYS POV-

Joker opened his desk drawer and pulled out his tattoo gun. I knew he had one because I remember him telling me.

He told me to lay down on the bed and I obeyed.
God, I just wanted to pounce on him, I loved when he told me what to do.

He brought his chair to the side of the bed and sat down.

I wanted him to tattoo anything on me. I already had tattoos but they were small ones.
I had a small Celtic symbol on my wrist, and my mothers name on the inside of my index finger.

"What do you want princess?" He grinned, turning the gun on.

"You're doing it" I smirked "you decide"

He gave out a little chuckle and grazed his bottom lip with his tongue slightly.

"Alright then" he said "lift up your top, and take off your bra"

I raised my eyebrows at him, then did as he said.
I knew this was just an excuse to see my breasts.
The thought made me laugh internally.

When I took off my bra, I laid back and smiled at him cleverly.
"Go on"

The lust in his eyes was so noticeable. I loved it.

He brought the buzzing machine down to my chest, right in between my breasts.

I gasped as the needles penetrated my skin.
I hoped to god he wasn't going to tattoo something crazy.

After a while I got used to the pain, seen as though I had already endured it before.

I realised I still had to text Harleen and tell her I can't make it today. I didn't know how she would react considering I had never cancelled on her.

"I wonder if Joker has tattooed Harley..." I thought "I wonder if she has tattooed him..."

You see, i knew Harleen had tattoos, but she covered them up with foundation. I could still see them faintly.
She had the word 'Rotten' along her jawline, and a little heart on her cheek.

I'm guessing she had others, but I hadn't seen them.

I looked at joker and he was extremely concentrated on his artwork.

"Is it nearly done?" I asked

Without taking an eye off my chest he replied
"Nearly"

I couldn't wait to see it, even if it was only a small tattoo.

"Tell me about how you got yours" I smiled, obviously meaning his own tattoos.

"There's nothing to tell" he replied plainly.
He was too concentrated to talk.

I sighed.

I tried to just keep to my thoughts, seen as though he didn't want to hold a conversation.

I thought about my sickness, and what may be causing it- I have had it for nearly 2 weeks now.
I knew it wasn't the flu, I had the flu before and it was totally different to this.