Doll Face // Joker Love Story

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Joker had ordered pizza for just the two of us, and one of his men were kind enough to pick it up for us. Even though he really didn't have a say in the matter. I just hope he didn't have the employees at gunpoint and he went in like a civil human being and paid for the food, but you never know when it comes to these guys.

It's only 11am but it feels like bedtime already. Today's dark and gloomy, with hard rain beating on the large windows in Joker's living room. I grab another slice of pizza and plop down on the couch a noticeable distance away from where Joker sat, looking through the movies on the tv.

He glances over at me out of the corner of his eye and extends an arm, wrapping it around my waist and tugging me closer to him. I clear my throat and sit up straight, not wanting to say or do anything to upset him. I was still hurt from what he did last night. "Doll," he says, making me look up at him, "what is your deal?"

"Nothing," I lie, turning my attention to the tv.

"Wrong," he says in an annoyed tone, grabbing my chin and turning my head back to him, "are you gonna tell me why you're being a brat or am I gonna have to force it out of you?" I sigh, closing my eyes for a moment. I might get beat for this.

"You can't just kiss me and expect everything to be okay, J. You pushed me off of a building. I wasn't expecting to wake up from that." It's silent for a few seconds, making my heart beat faster.

"I asked you if you trust me and you said yes," he starts, "if I wanted to kill you, I would have by now. I knew my men were going to catch you."

"It's just going to take some time for me to fully recover from that." I wasn't sure if he could even hear me with how quiet I was.

"What would you like me to do to make up for it, baby?" My heart flutters at the name as I think about the possibilities.

"Will you watch Adventure Time with me? It's really cute and interesting and I think-"

"Sure, baby," he grins, searching for it on the television.

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After about an hour into our marathon, Joker groans and throws his head back, running a hand over his face. "What?" I ask, turning my body more towards him.

"This amateur's tactics are the absolute worst!" He shouts, motioning to the Ice King. "He's never gonna capture Princess Bumblefuck with moves like that. I'm telling you, they should have made me the Ice King." In all honesty, it's really cute how aggravated he's getting about a silly cartoon.

"You think you could catch a badass princess?" I ask, slightly amused. He turns to me with a huge smirk.

"I already did."

Okay, he has a point. "I'm gonna have some cereal," I say, loosening myself from his hold and heading into the kitchen. I take the fruity pebbles from the cabinet and grab the milk. Joker follows right behind me and snakes his arms around my waist from behind. I pour the milk into the bowl first and Joker stops me by grabbing my hand.

"What do you think you're doing?" He snaps, snatching the carton of milk from me, "what kind of animal pours the milk before the cereal?" He dumps the milk out into the sink and grabs the cereal, pouring some into the bowl. This is absolutely ridiculous. "Do I need to do everything for you?" He teasingly asks, putting a hand on my waist and kissing my forehead.

He hands me the bowl and I practically suck it all up as soon as I get it. I had almost a full pizza a little over an hour ago, but I'm still starving. 

We get back into the living room and Joker lays on the couch, patting his chest as a signal for me to lay with him. I crawl on top of his long body and rest my head on his chest, listening to his quick heartbeat. 

I know he probably meant for me to start kissing him, but honestly I'm too tired to do anything. I really have no idea why I'm so exhausted since I woke up not too long ago, but a short nap wouldn't hurt too much, right?

-Joker-

I watch as Elle sleeps on my chest. Strands of hair fell onto her face and her breathing was calm, which is rare since whenever I go near her her heart beats faster.

She's beginning to form a soft spot in me that I don't want.

My reputation will be ruined if people found out some girl made me weak.

How are people going to fear me if they figure out I actually have feelings?

This can't happen.

I gently slide myself from underneath her and prop a pillow under her head. She stirs a bit but doesn't wake up.

I take my phone out as I run upstairs to change, dialing one of my men's number.

"Hey, boss," he says, his voice groggy.

"Wake up, boys. We've got business to attend to."

"I thought you were laying low for-"

"Did I stutter?" I snap, pulling my jeans up and buttoning them. "I'm sure we'll find something in Gotham to destroy, right?"

I jog back downstairs and leave a little note for Elle when she wakes up and finds me missing.

God only knows how long I'll be gone for.

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Hello again, Dolls! I'm so sorry I've been inactive for so long!! I've been working on other stories on my other account and forgot about this one! But I'm back and will do my best to regularly update without disappearing again! 

Thank you all for the sweet messages, it warmed my heart when I logged on and went through all of them. I hope you're all doing okay as well! And if anyone has story recommendations (whether or not they're about Joker) I'd love to hear them, especially if it's your own story!