Desire - The Joker fanfiction

Part 7

We came back to the warehouse after that and I took off those heels, finally letting my feet relax.

J started walking me to his room and when we walked in, we both stopped once again facing each other just like the other day. Having him in my presence was all I wanted.

Once again he brought his hand to my cheek setting it there. This time I brought my hand and put it on top of his, as soon as my skin touched his, his eyes snapped to our hands and then back on my eyes. His lips were a bit apart as if he was deep in thought and then he came back to reality, his eyes observing mine and suddenly the one thing I least expected happened. His face inched closer to mine until his lips connected to mine and I was taken back slightly but quickly kissed back. The Joker, the clown himself was kissing me.

I let my lips glide with his, loving the taste, hearing him growl a bit, when his tongue asked for access I instantly gave in, feeling the metal clash against my lips, loving the feeling. Savouring the moment, he abruptly pulled back and stared at me frowning for a second before turning away and attempting to walk out.

Instant anger took over me, no I won't let him leave like that again. I ran after him before he could leave the room and grabbed his hand pulling him back. To my surprise he didn't fight, he just stopped and turned around.

"Don't you dare leave again!" I yelled but he just stared at me with empty eyes.

"I got work to do. I need to go." He simply said.

"No! No! You can't just do this J! You can't just pull me in like that, make me feel like that and just walk away, you don't get to hurt me like that all the time!" I screamed feeling the sinking feeling replacing the anger and my eyes filling up again, he sure does make me feel weak. I brought my arms up pushing his chest, but he didn't even budge, I did it again and again until he caught my wrists in his hands and steadily held them.

"No.. You don't.. You can't walk away." I say now feeling the tears blur my vision.

Once his grip on my wrists weakened, I quickly caught him off guard by wrapping my arms around his torso. And I held onto him for my dear life, I held on so tightly, not letting him go. Yes I was weak, that was clear now but it's all because of him, he makes me feel weak because of the feelings I have towards him.

Suddenly, I felt arms wrap back around me and hold me tightly, not as tight as I was holding him but tight and that's all I could ever ask for.

Being wrapped up in the arms of a psychotic clown made me feel safer and more protected than anything else in this world. I wanted to stay like this, I loved the feeling so I treasured every second of it.

Feeling him hold me, made me realise that no matter how much I keep denying this, I am stupidly falling head over heels in love with this psychotic clown.