Jokers POV
Batman thinks he can get away with the way he looked at her. The dress that she wore showed bare skin and I liked that. The tattoos that covered her tan skin made her gorgeous and even more radiant. They all had something about us. But I didn't like when people looked at what was mine. Clearly it had made her uncomfortable! Or maybe it was just me. Maybe I thought she was uncomfortable. But she's mine and I can't let anyone have her. No one else can touch her skin the way I do. That's why he needs to understand what he did was wrong.
Not only did he cross over my part of Gotham, he looked at my property as if it was his when clearly, it is not.
It pisses me off how Maya didn't do anything about him looking at her. No, she stood awkwardly as if she knew it was going to happen. Now I lay in bed, half naked and cold. I've never done anything to warm me up because I didn't see the point. I wasn't going to die because I was cold. But I did miss her body heat beside mine. The fact that Maya was no longer in my life the way we had once been made me infuriated.
There was no way that I could admit to anyone that I loved her. With how I am, I didn't think I could love anyone like that. Harley was a play toy and she was, for a while, hard to replace. Did I love her? Not in the sense of I would die for her. Harley was fun and annoying. Part of me wishes I hadn't created her at all.
Maya is different, she's even more badass and sexy. It makes me go mad. Such a small women would take over my whole body and push me out of my dominance just to go pull me under submission when I had marked all over her. Her tattoos proved to everyone who she had belonged to and I'm surprised that she doesn't keep them covered. It's just another thing on my list of why I can trust her, why I can love her. No matter what has happened to us, she is still willing to be mine. Even if we haven't said it to one another.
But we were never like that, you see. There wasn't much verbal affection before. The only reason it's different now is because I cannot let my guard down for a tiny women. Even though that tiny women is powerful. With her side of Gotham and my side of Gotham scared of us, we are more than just powerful. No, we are formidable. There was only a few that dared to mess with either one of us.
My thoughts were interrupted by Frost coming through the door. Him and Todd were the only ones who were allowed to walk into my room without causing mayhem.
"Sir, the man you spoke with, Blaze, he's got people looking for Maya. Would you like for us to send some people over?" I growled and sat up, running my hands through my hair. Why do they always go after her? They know she's my weakness. But they don't know that's why she left me the first time. And I can't have that again. Without her I am insatiable.
Without responding, I took out my phone and dialed a number. Maya answered after a couple rings and I shook my head to Frost. "You need to watch your back. Make sure that your goons are always on guard. Blaze is having a little more fun than he should with you." There was a silence on the other end and I out the phone on speaker so I could get dressed.
"Is he trying to kill me, J?" There was worry in her voice and it made that terrible feeling happen in my stomach once again. Something that happened not too often. Sighing, I began to answer. "I don't know what he's doing. Just make sure you don't talk to anyone you don't know and don't leave the house without something to defend yourself with. I'm going to make a visit to his place.
"Yeah... Okay. I can't take care of myself, J. Just make sure you do the same. Try not to get hurt and make sure that you keep the man alive. We need him." I hung up the phone and it took a lot in me to know her words were true. We did need him. I know she can take care of herself but there was a point in time where she couldn't. There was no way that would happen on my watch.
I got into my car and sped off to Blaze's house and made sure I had all my rings and chains on. Something presentable so he knows exactly the way I present myself is to show off my money and power. The small sliver of skin was to show my tattoos. They all told a story about me. Everything that I have done had a part on me.
Once I got to Blaze's mansion, I got a shotgun out. There was no use in knocking when I had a special door opener right here. So, I did as I wanted and shot through the door. Blaze sat in his living room and smoked on a cigar. Something I despised due to the smell.
Without any care, he turned around. "Oh, hello, J. How do you do?" I threw the shotgun to the side and got out my handgun, pointing at him until I got to right in front of him.
Not many can anger me the way that this man does. He's tried to come after the one thing that I can say I would die for. "You need to know your place, my friend. Don't you go near what is mine and I won't go near what is yours." My body felt like it was shaking from all the anger. In the back of my head was a forming migraine that I decided to brush off.
But Blaze did nothing. All he did was sit and cross his legs. I wanted to hit my gun against my head or chest or maybe even shoot him but I need some type of composure. "Listen man, Mami is the one who threw the threat first. If I get someone to throw her around, maybe she will learn." A laugh escaped my lips as I tilted my head back.
"Maya can kill burn your house down to nothing just so she can use the fire to keep her warm and not feel any remorse. There's nothing she won't do to protect herself and everything that she loves. Back off ablaze because I will kill every plan of this deal for fucking with the wrong person." This won him over as I saw his eyebrows raise in consideration. It wasn't much but it made him realize that we mean what we say and do.
I watched as he picked up his phone and typed out a message. I cracked my neck while he did so and noticed I was breathing heavily. Something I seem to do out of habit when I am angry.
"Okay, your lady is fine, Joker. If you'd like to be in the same condition as you are now, I'd suggest you leave." His face was dark and mine was too. Other than the laugh as I started walking away.
Just as I was walking out the door frame, I looking around me at the ruined door. "Gosh, Blaze, would it kill you to get a door sometime." My joke wasn't funny to him but it was to me. I ran off into the car and began driving home.
Maya better realize what she means to m because I don't stick up for people very often. I used to stick up for Batman more than anyone.
