HIM&I»ONESHOT

him & i

Gotham City, 1:54 AM

"Get outta the car!" I demanded as I hit the hood of the magenta Lamborghini with both of my palms. The car was roaring like a lion as if it was mounting its prey. I slammed my hands on top of the hood again, "PUSSY!" I exclaimed with my brows knitted together. Seams as if the word was magic because right after I said it, he climbed out of the sports car, and was now stalking towards me.

I started pointing my finger at him before he could speak, "I've done everything you said! Every test. Every trial. Every initiation. And for what?! You fry my brains leaving me for dead in Arkham, after everything I've done for you?!" My voice cracked as my hand dropped to my side, my hands sweaty and shaking. "I have proved I love you! Just accept it!"

I cried out as he stared at me with crazed, bloodshot eyes.

He huffed and in a second, I fell to the wet concrete as I felt a stinging sensation on my right cheek.

"I— am not a man who is, 'loved'." He finally managed to speak, when I'm at his feet holding my soon-to-be-bruised cheek fighting back the tears that were on the verge on falling off the rims of my eyes.
I felt his ringed fingers circle around my neck, a vein popping out of his neck . My eyes met his. His beautiful icy irises that I always managed to get hypnotized by. His fingers clenched my throat cutting off some of my air supply.

"Love is—not part of the plan. You see Doc, I had this master plan. The plan was to make you fall in love with me, to help me escape. Plan completed, but not like I wanted it, not how I planned. Doc, I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you in the process, and with that being said," I could feel my tears run down my cheeks as he reached for his .45 pistol. Next thing I know, the muzzle was on my forehead.

The feeling of his hand disappeared from my neck, only the warm muzzle was against my head. He used the pistol sometime earlier due to its warmth, but that was the least of my worries. "..it's time for you to go." He finished his sentence before pulling the hammer back with his thumb.

I thought back to the times in Arkham. When the guards would leave, I'd let J slip out of his straightjacket and let his roam freely around my office, and the cameras were always off. He never hurt or attacked me in the past, so what makes him think he'll pull the trigger? Well, here goes nothing.

"You won't kill me." I said proudly starring daggers into his eyes. He tilted his head to the side, a low annoyed growl slipping out of his red lips. "If you were, you would've done it already. And I mean, you said it yourself. You're in love with me." I said with a growing smirk on my lips. He just stood there, pressing the muzzle more into my forehead, "Just face it, Mister J. You can't kill me because you know without me, you'll have no one else to love you like I do. Or did, if you are going to put a bullet in my head." I concluded placing my hand on top of the gun, and to my surprise he didn't do anything. I pulled back the hammer before placing the whole gun in my hand.

"My heart scares you, doesn't it?" I said looking up from his pistol in my hands, his eyes already on mine. "I'm not scared of anything, Doc." I rolled my eyes, "Everybody's scared of something, and you're scared of being loved." I took a step toward him, eyeing his holster and placed the gun back into it. "Yet you want to be loved. You need to be loved. And I can give that to you, just-" I placed my hands on each side of his face, "let me in! Let me in, I promise I won't hurt you.." I put my forehead against his, hearing his heavy breathing get rapidly fast. He grabs my forearms pulling me violently towards him, "You listen and you listen good. Last thing I need is a little pain in the ass following me around and begging like a bitch." He said ruthlessly, his fingers digging into my skin, causing my eyes to water.

He pushed me away, slicking back his hair. I tripped over my heels causing me to fall onto my butt. I winced no longer feeling my glasses on my face, I looked up at him, seeing them in his hand. I have 20/20 vision, but I always wore glasses to look more professional. If I didn't, I probably wouldn't be looking at Joker right now. "Let me do you a favor and you return it, hm?" He gave me a silver smile as he broke my glasses in half, dropping the remains on the uneven concrete. After that, he kneeled down cupping my face in his hand. "Go...away." I felt as if my heart had stop beating, leaving it cold and empty. Before he could leave, I wrapped my hand around his wrist. "You're not leaving me, you're not leaving me." I pleaded with tear stained cheeks, looking into his eyes.

Joker tensed as I leaned forward, "I'm giving up everything for you and you want me to go away, and yet, I can still see the love in your eyes when you look at me." I bit my lip, feeling his hand travel to my neck, wrapping it around my throat. "And the Bat said you weren't capable of love." I added giving him a small smile. His eyes twitched and in a swift motion he pulled me onto my feet. Next thing I know his hands are on my hips. He looked down at me, a smile growing on his face, "Well the joke's on him, baby." He held me close, his arms wrapped tight around my body. I kissed his neck, resting my head against his shoulder.

It was all worth it.