Jokers POV
I had people watching her. As if I could possibly trust the word of Blaze? He doesn't realize that I could let his throat bleed out till he was dead and I wouldn't care. I'd assigned men to watch around for her and informed her about it. Though, she wasn't too happy at first. For all the reasons being that she was strong enough to protect herself or whatever. That was besides the point. I have this weird feeling of needing to protect her. It pissed me off.
She was gone, away from her home. Maya hadn't informed me of these plans and I was slightly pissed. Only because I sat in her home all alone and waiting for her. I'm impatient and it's hard not to destroy everything as I wait. What could she possibly be doing in the morning?
Everything was the same. Her room was orderly and not dirty at all. The house smelled like gunpowder and lavender. The only scent that I can say I would smell for hours and feel joy. But her room was slightly off. For some reason, it felt as if I was walking through someone else's room. A different type of feeling enveloped my body and I couldn't put my finger on it.
The sound of a door shutting and a dogs feet running across the floor interrupted my thoughts. Instead of going downstairs, I waited for her to come upstairs.
When she did, she looked surprise. A little less than usual but also a different type of surprised. I raised my eyebrows at her. "What's the matter, doll?" Her eyes didn't leave me as she started to smile a little bit.
Maya walked past me to the bathroom and shuffled her hands threw my hair. "I need to do your hair. You're not keeping care of it much anymore, are ya?" I looked into the mirror and noticed that it wasn't my main priority. I haven't been slicking it back and it hasn't been cut in a while. It flows, waving around, and down below my ears. The sight made me angry at myself. How could I let myself look so gross?
"Take your shirt off so I can cut your hair. I don't want to have to deal with the hair getting in your shirt and poking and being annoying." There was a toilet in the bathroom that I straddled to make it easy for her to get to my head.
Once I sat, I took off my shirt then looked back at her. "Or you just want to see my body. Don't be ashamed of lust, my Maya." The defeated look of her face is always priceless. I love seeing her get embarrassed by her own emotions. Maya was never really one of showing off her feeling of lust and awe. I take pride in knowing someone worships me the way she does.
"Where were you today?" The question escaped harsh out of my mouth, ruining the moment. I had come to see her and she didn't tell me she was here. She's supposed to tell me everything.
Maya didn't stop cutting my hair as she answered. "I took Loki out to Pamela. Recently, we have talked a bit. Only running into one another if there was crime involved." The information gave me goosebumps. Poison Ivy has always made me uncomfortable. "I've been wanting to put Loki on an organic diet so I asked her what things are and aren't okay for animals to eat. Then she gave me some oil spray to help me relax. She had made it and wanted to know if I want some. I sprayed it in the room." Some hair fell in front of my face and I nodded. This only made her grab my head forcefully to keep it straight. The unknown feeling I am having made a lot more sense now, though.
It was quiet for a little bit and I felt her but some gel in my hair and smooth it back. The feeling of her playing with my hair made me moan slightly. She laughed and so did I for just a second. There was never a time that I was regretful of those slips. I'd rather her know what she does to me than to keep it hides. Well, in some cases.
"You can look in the mirror and tell me what you think." Maya started washing her hands and I looked over her to see the mirror. The height difference made this easy because she went to my midchest.
It was back to its normal look and I appreciated it genuinely. "Why, thank you, my Maya." She gave me a wink and dried her hands. I helped her put stuff away and she had to take it out and put it back where it belonged. Sometimes I think she has OCD.
While we walked out of the room and started going downstairs, I cleared my throat to speak. "There's a reason that I am here, Maya." We got to the bottom of the steps and went into the fridge for some beer. She handed me one and gave me a confused look.
"Well, I was thinking that you could give me a tattoo." I kept a smile on my face, big and bright. The look on her face was shock and amusement. This was something that I knew she'd wanted to do for a very long time. "Only, ya know, if you'd like to." Maya jumped up and down and then walked me to a room.
This room was slightly foreign. We have never been in here together. There laid a table and a bunch of supplies for tattoos and it all made me surprised. "Am I not the only person who has asked for this, Maya?" She let out a loud laugh that made me smile. The answer was already given to me and I laid down on my back so she could work on my stomach.
"So, Mr. Joker, what would you like to be done, today? She started washing her hands and equipment and put on some gloves.
I started to think but my mind had been blank. "Oh, how about you just surprise me, doll?" She nodded and I laid flat. It didn't take her long at all to begin her work.
It was on my ribs, whatever it was. I'd say it was genuinely small, maybe even medium sized. There was only a little bit of pain but nothing too great. The beer we once had was gone now and I missed the bitter flavour. "Did you know that I had gotten a tattoo while I was gone a little while ago?" Of course I knew this. There wasn't a piece of her body that I hadn't remembered, not a piece that hasn't been marked in my brain. She was my person, so if there was something new, I would noticed it right away.
I let out a calming sigh and smiled a bit. "Yes, I did. It's very nice. Represents you well, beautiful." I let one eye open and noticed her smile and blush. Right after we stopped talking, she took the gun off of me. Then she whipped it off and cleaned it a little bit.
The table vanished as I jumped off and she led me to a mirror in the hallway. It all make sense to why this was here, now that I think of it. Right on my ribs was a Kings K with a heart. Just as if it was a card that was being played. I liked it, simple but effective. The small tattoo told a little story of me being King of Gotham. Through the mirror, Maya was nervous while she waited.
I didn't want to show her too much emotion and approval of the tattoo so I just gave her a nonchalant nod. "It's nice, good job." The actual truth was that I'd desperately wanted her to have one that was a Queens version. The thought of having matching tattoos for who we are together made me thrilled on the inside. But there was a certain way I had to act. Even if she was the Queen of Gotham city, the Queen with a King.
