Paper Planes

epilogue 0.1

"The only sensible way to live in this world is without rules."
—Heath Ledger

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The Napier's

three years later

"Stop it!" Ember cried, clutching tightly onto her side as she burst into another round of exuberant laughter. Several tears slipped through the miniscule cracks in the corners of her nearly closed eyelids, her brunette locks fanned outward in diverse directions against the cold wood floor.

"J-Jackson!" She shrieked, her speech interrupted by her obscene laughter as she attempted to shove his prying hands away from her sides.

"Say the magic wooord..." Joker teased, scarred lips tugging upwards into a cheeky smile as his hips straddled hers.

Ember's chest heaved, her heart racing beneath her ribcage as she struggled to contain the giggles that effortlessly slipped through her chapped lips. Joker's complexion was blurred by the amused tears that flooded her eyes as she hastily blinked them away. Once she was able to properly focus her gaze on his face, an immediate sense of warmth spread throughout her every limb, encapturing every fiber of her being as she blatantly admired the man sitting atop her bony hips.

"Please?" She innocently whispered, thin lips curling up the length of her cheeks to display a petite grin.

The gaudy greasepaint was absent, dirty blonde curls somewhat obscuring his soft brown eyes as he flashed her a toothy grin.

"The correct response is: Please... daddy." Joker teased, drawing his pink bottom lip between his teeth as Ember's cocoa-hued eyes rolled in their sockets.

"Please... daddy." She murmured, a snort vibrating through the length of her nose as her chest heaved. Joker's palm met her warm cheek, calloused thumb grazing the corner of her mouth as her cheeks flushed.

"You're-uh, the mos-t beautiful like this." Joker slurred, cheeks growing hot the moment the words left his lips.

Ember raised a questionable brow, little pink tongue darting out to wet her severely dry lips. "Like what? Laughing?"

"No," He swiftly countered, thumb capturing her bottom lip. Ember stilled beneath his abrupt touch, savoring every innocent touch as he grazed his finger over the swollen skin.

"Underneath me." The Joker finished, eyes inmediately darkening as the phrase slipped off his silver tongue.

Ember playfully scoffed at his remark, a lazy hand delivering a pitiful slap to his bare chest as he finally climbed off of her, allowing her freedom once more as she quickly scrambled to her feet.

"I hate tickles." She murmured, lanky fingers lacing around the spaghetti straps of her top as she adjusted the fabric back into place. A distinct snort emerged from the man behind her, a pair of hands claiming her hips as he roughly tugged her tiny frame to his.

Ember's rigid form immediately went lax the moment she met his broad chest. A violent shiver traveled down the length of her spine at the sudden feeling of Joker's paper plane pendant against the exposed skin of her back. Instinctively, her perfectly manicured fingers inched upward, claiming her identical charm between two fingers. A staggered breath escaped her as she analyzed the charm, feeling every curve and crevice of the paper plane.