it was wrong. So wrong. It was stupid. Careless. Reckless. Cruel. But it was so...right. He was an addiction...you were his. It was passion, fire, romance, it was so much more... He had drawn you in...to get to you...so he could get Batman... But instead...he got you. The only problem was...you were Batmans girl... And if he knew... You laid in his lavish red silk bed, Joker was lying beside you, his neon green hair messy and sweaty. The sheets covered from his hips down, the rest of his bare physic was completely visible. You looked at the time and cursed at yourself. Joker rolled over and turned to you, a wide grin on his face. "Why don't you tell me who the Batman is...call it a gift..?" He knew you wouldn't do that, but he liked teasing you.