Fallen For the Enemy (Joker Fanfiction)

"So Mr J, You Proud Of Me?"

   A goon already had Joker's car ready outside, so I pushed Ivy in the back seat and I sat beside her, Joker and the goon in the front. Ivy made a groaning and the goon floored it as a group of guards followed the car. Ivy sat up, and her bleeding had stoped and in amazement, she was totally unharmed. Lucky. "Buckle up doll!" Joker yelled, and our laughing synced up in a perfect, crazy harmony. Ivy just rolled her eyes.
"I don't know how you do it, Aria." I just smiled and continued on laughing. Somewhere in that fight we had lost our guns, and then I noticed who's car we were in. He had three shotguns and multiple bullets, knives, and other weapons on the floor. I took a shotgun and loaded it. The gun was white with gold plating and letters, in one side it said "love", the other "hate". The goon reached the warehouse, and we hauled ass inside. Joker whistled and the whole place went into lockdown. The doors locked shut, and he walked to the grand black couch and removed his shirt, where I noticed a crimson stain on each on his temples. "No,J!" I said, rushing to the bathroom. I grabbed alcohol and cotton balls, as well as actual alcohol to numb the pain of life. "Make yourself at home Ivy, I'm sure you'll be here a while." J said, and I rushed to him with my supplies. I handed him the vodka. "Okay, this is really gonna hurt, but every dead psychopath from Arkham touched those wands. It's gonna hurt but we have to clean it." "You know I can just heal him right?" Ivy said. "Oh yeah." Joker and I both laughed, but he stopped short of a sharp pain in his temples. "Hurry up." He said, and Ivy made a circling motion around his temples, uttering a few words, and then the bloody bruises disappeared. "You are something, Ivy." I said, hopping to J's side in the couch. "Well thank you Aria. I'm gonna take a quick sleep if that's good with you guys." She said. "That's fine, if you need to change, my closet it right down that gold hallway." I said, pointing to the hallway. She walked into the closet, obviously changing and then walking down the hall, humming an old song. "So Mr J, you proud of me?" I said, climbing to his lap and looking into his eyes. He grabbed my low waist and picked me up, and I wrapped my legs around him waist. "You know I am." And he carried me to his room. Well, you know the rest.