His Angel // A Joker Fanfic //

Chapter Twenty Six - Another Argument

~Joker's POV~

I walked inside the warehouse following behind Maddie closely. She said that she was tired and was going to bed. About an hour after she had gone into her room Aston ran towards the stairs. "And where do you think you're going, hmm?" I asked as he froze halfway up. "Just to check on Maddie, see if she needs anything." He answered nervously. I could tell he was lying. I know he and Maddie have a little thing going on, and I don't like it at all. I know I should probably just kill him, but I have to admit Aston is one of my best men. And even if I do kill him I know Maddie will hate me for it, and I can't stand it when she hates me. He continues walking up stairs, and once he is out of sight I quietly follow him. I want to know what he's really doing. As I reach her door I try my best to be completely silent, and carefully peek through her door. "Hey it's not his fault, he didn't know." I heard Maddie slightly shout at him. Is she talking about me? Is this about me not knowing she can't swim? "Well he should know." I heard Aston shout back at her. They were pretty loud, but not loud enough that I would hear them from downstairs. I gently put my hand on the door to get a better look, and it creaked a bit. But neither of them seemed to notice, thank god, so now I have a perfect view of them both. "It was an accident Aston" Maddie sighed. She's standing up for me, why? "And how do you know that? How do you know that it was an accident? What if he purposely tried to kill you? It definitely sounds like something he would do. I would know, I've worked for him a lot longer than you have." Aston said. I could feel the rage boiling inside of me. Yes I can understand where this is coming from, but I would never try to kill my angel. Ever. I stood there waiting for her to say something and defend me again, but all that came out was "I guess you're right."

Her words stung. She actually believes him, after all I've done for her she chooses to believe that crap coming from his mouth. "He's hurt you so many times before, what makes this any different?" He continued. But what he did next really made me mad. It made me want to storm in there and kill him right on the spot. He kissed her. I had over heard him talking to the other henchmen saying that he had kissed her before, but I didn't believe it. "I just don't want to loose you Maddie, I love you too much." He smiled at her. That's it, I can't take this anymore. I felt like shouting at them both and beating him up, but I couldn't face them both in there. I was too mad and upset. Mad that she is doing this behind my back, and upset because I am too late to tell Maddie how I feel about her. I slammed the door shut, letting them know I was listening, and stormed downstairs and into my office. I could hear Maddie running behind me but I ignored her. I stormed into my office and sat down in my chair at my desk. Suddenly she ran in and stopped in the doorway, tears threatening to roll down her cheeks. "How much did you hear?" She asked, her voice soft and a bit scratchy. "Enough." I said emotionlessly. She slowly walked over to me and stopped on the opposite side of my desk. I stood up and looked down at her, towering over her. Without realising what I was doing I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. She feel back onto the ground in shock. How much I regret doing that, why did I do that? She was defending me, standing up for me. But she was going behind my back and being with him, kissing him and for all I know she could of had sex with him. But I still feel guilty. Why?

~Angel's POV~

"You just can't stop hurting me can you?" I asked as I stood up again, tears threatening to come out. The guilt look on his face soon then turned into anger. "Me?" He shouted, walking around his desk to me. "Yes you." I snapped at him, running my fingers over my cheek. I looked at my hand and realised there was blood on them. He cut me with his ring when he slapped me. Before he could say something I started. "You promised me you wouldn't hurt me, and look what you just did. I was right all along, you really don't care about me. I'm just barley alive because I'm needed for your plan. I'm just property to you. Not a human being, but an object." I paused for a minute to catch my breath. He had no emotion on his face, but he had sadness in his eyes. If that makes any sense? "Now I don't know why you're making a big deal out of what you heard and saw, because I know deep down you really don't give a shit about me at all. But let me tell you this Joker, when Aston kisses me and tells me he loves me, it means nothing to me. Nothing." It's true, I've now learnt that I don't care about Aston anywhere as much as I care about Jack, but I also know that I don't have that feeling in return from him. He didn't say anything, he just stared down at me. I know when I called him Joker he got pissed, because he told me to only call him by his real name when it was just the two of us in the room. I said it to show my anger. Realising he wasn't going to say anything, I turned to leave the office but was pulled back at my arm. He pulled me right against him so that our bodies were touching. I didn't look him in the eyes because if I did it would make me look weak and I didn't want that. He gently grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. "First of all, you do not speak to me like that. And second of all..." he trailed of as he lowered his head closer to me, our lips inches away from each other. "What do I have to do to prove to you that I really do care about you, hmm?" He asked as he brushed his lips against mine. He's teasing me, I can tell. I guess he's right, but I am too. I shrugged my shoulders and stared into his icy blue eyes.

"Do I have to get it tattooed on my head that I'm crazy about you?" He chuckled but then stopped once he realised what he just said. He's crazy about... me? Maybe he really does like me, maybe he really does care about me. Harley and Jonny have told me that ever since I got here he's acted different, good different. "Maybe." I smirked up at him. He smirked back at me and lifted me up and carried me over his shoulder. I started playfully punching and kicking him, begging him to put me down. But the more I reacted the more entertained he seemed to be, so I just gave up. He headed black upstairs and into his room. He carefully put me down on the bed and started to take his shirt off. Oh crap, he better not do what I think he's about to do. "Wait here." He pointed at me as he headed into the bathroom. Oh thank god. After about ten minutes he came back out of the bathroom in black slightly ripped pants and a towel around his neck. His hair was all wet and a bit of water was running down his face. I have to admit, he looked kinda cute. He threw the towel onto the end of the bed and jumped down next to me. He wrapped his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. I rested my head on his chest and closed my eyes. It was about 11:45 pm and I am super tired. "You didn't do anything with him did you?" He asked softly. I know exactly what he meant, and no way was I doing that anytime soon with anyone. Ever. I opened my eyes and looked up at him with a shocked look. "Ew no." I said as I rested my head back onto his chest. "Good, because no one touches my Angel except me." He whispered in my ear. I know that Jack will probably kill Aston tomorrow, and I don't want that. Yes I don't like Aston like he likes me, but he's still my friend. Jack kissed my cheek and started gently playing with my hair until I eventually fell asleep. I'm imagining those fireworks that I never felt with Aston. I'm in love with the Clown Prince of Crime, and that's something I'm planning to one day say aloud.