You tangled your hands in his green hair while he busied himself in his evils plans. You stroke his head he purred under your sweet touch.
“Have you figured out a way to get the bat?” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your cheek against his own white one.
“I got an idea we’re going to make a circus.” He laughed maniacally. “And Batsy is going to be our guest.” You laughed at him before pressing a kiss to his neck. You loved when he got excited like this, well you loved him anyway.
“Good luck and try not to get captured again.” You walked forward the door but his gloved hand caught your hand before you got too far.
“Hehehe, don’t leave yet doll. You still have yet to get your Christmas gift.” His smile widened and he wrapped his long arms around your small waist.
“My Christmas gift? I didn’t think I would get one.” You raised a brow but couldn’t hide the amused smile playing on your lips.
He merely chuckled and pointed at the ceiling. A simple green mistletoe hang above you and he pressed his cracked lips to yours. He began twirling you around the room following a tune only he could hear.
“I didn’t know you could be this romantic.” He grinned at you showing off his yellow teeth and ripped flesh.
“Well doll face I’m full of surprises.” He spun you around and pressed a fleeting kiss to your lips before letting you fall into the plushy chair. He picked up his bazooka, grinning madly at you and turned to the TV screen that were showing of a burning building.
“Goodbye doll, I got a large bat problem to deal with.” His hysterical laugh echoed in the large room and followed him down the corridor. Yes he was mad but he was your madman and no matter what you would stay with him. After all somebody had to bail him out of Arkham Asylum.
You could feel Harley’s glare on your back as you made your way into the Joker’s bedroom. You merely flipped her off and closed the door, feeling satisfied with yourself.
You couldn’t stand the clown girl, knowing very well her attraction to YOUR Joker. Of course he belonged to you as you belonged to him. The ‘J’ shaped scar on your back proved it.
You slipped under the soft purple covers and felt into a dreamless sleep. Knowing that in a few hours you beloved clown prince would join you. If he didn’t get captured by Batman. Again.