One fateful night, chance encounters are made and their lives forever change.
Love either weakens you or strengthens you and Joker finds out just what love does to him.
Warning:
Smut, language, violence
Leyla had fallen asleep shortly after an intense sex session. Joker, however, was wide awake, never leaving the room. He had laid out on the floor all the weaponry he kept in the room: A baseball bat with markings all over it, Three handguns, three beautifully embellished knives, a rifle, 2 machine guns. They circled around his form as he sat shirtless, knees to his chest.
He kept contemplating what that bitch Ella had said about Leyla. And about him.
He scoffed to himself. I don't love, he thought.
He glanced over at Leyla's sleeping form and stared at her.
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This friendship of theirs had formed out of nowhere. He had known her for only a few days and yet trusted her completely. It's as if he knew her for the longest time.
Leyla stirred in her sleep and turned her body to face him. He stood up slowly, gripping the baseball bat, and walked towards the window. He kept his head turned towards her, still looking at her with a scowl.
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He had meant every word last night. She WAS changing him, and not necessarily for the better. So he had to do something about it. He had to change her.
As she opened her eyes he walked closer to her, slowly, his pants riding dangerously low around his waist, exposing the V line right under his torso.
Leyla noticed this and moaned, extending a hand out to him. He purred and sat on the bed on one leg as the other hung off the bed. He traced the thin end of the bat along her cheeks, down her neck, and then set the bat down on the ground. He stared intensely at her and grinned.
"Finally awake?" He asked as he grinned.
"Yeah," she said as she sat up and looked down at the bat. "Hmm, that looks fun." She smirked.
"Oh it's very fun!" He gripped the bat again and brought it up to her face. "Frost will come back soon from running that little...errand for me. He'll show you the ropes." He set the bat down on her lap and stood up walking towards his clothes, which lay strewn on the floor due to last nights activities.
It was heavier than she expected.
"What?" She was confused. He put on his gold tux and looked back at her. "You know how to shoot and how to stab. Now we're going to teach you how to use anything as a weapon." He explained calmly.
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"But why?" She asked as she stood up, holding the duvet up to her naked form. "Why do I need to know all of this?"
Joker walked to her, cupping her cheeks.
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"Because you roll with me now. And you're always in danger. I can't always be here protecting you doll," he said as he stared intensely into her eyes.
"Roll with you? What do you mean by that?" She asked genuinely confused.
He held his hand up, looking away with a pained expression. "It's nothing," he said as he looked back up at her. He walked to the bed and sat on it, leaning back against the frame. He took out his phone and brought it at eye level.
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Leyla shook her head and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. He was acting strange. Not at all how he acted when they first met.
