Thanks to everyone who reviewed, sorry I'm not making a list this time. The only thing I ask is you leave a review just to let me know you still want to read this story. If I get no reviews, I'll probably stop writing, or maybe do some abrupt and inappropriate ending. It's not in spite of anyone, I just know I take so long to update, I would be annoyed if I was a reader. I might be more motivated because things really start getting into the romance after this chapter, which is what I actually like writing.
Recap: We left Allison in the Joker's bedroom after she pulled the stunt of her half naked in front of the goons. He's not a happy camper.
His eyes burned right through the blonde standing before him. What the hell had she been thinking?
It didn't matter because now he was no longer thinking…rationally anyway. All he could see now was red and then just like that he had her on the bed, a knife pressed to her throat. He wasn't even sure how or when it all happened, but the soft sob she let out finally brought him out of whatever alternate universe he was in. All he could remember was seeing those goons of his with their hands all over her nearly nude flesh; as if she didn't deserve it, flaunting herself in front of them, and in his coat nonetheless.
She was purposely trying to tease them, that much was obvious, but how he ended up in this position, he wasn't sure. Yes, he had felt rage before, but he had always been in control of it, that was a part of the fun. Not remembering his brutal murders would defeat the purpose of them in the first place.
No, he didn't want to murder Allison, but he had considered it. It might take care of the potential distraction that the blonde would have on him. However, like it or not, he knew he would never be able to do anything to her. As she quivered under him, he was quickly reminded of the fear he caused and slowly got off of her.
She watched him finally turn his back to her and she sat up. He had looked like a man possessed. His eyes seemed to change from their dark brown to black. Never had she ever seen anything like it. Sure, she thought maybe he might be a little pissed even jealous, but enraged? She didn't even realize she was crying until the salty taste reached her mouth. Quickly she wiped them away and scurried to the headboard of the bed. It wasn't the first time she had seen Jack angry, but it was the first time it had been directed at her.
He inhaled deeply and ran his hands through his hair before turning back to her. Not wanting to feel inferior she stood up from the bed and used his coat as a robe, wrapping it around her body tightly.
"I uh, should be done taking care of Gamble around 2:00, so, uh, you can leave by then."
His eyes never met hers as he spoke. He was still angry, but now at himself. She knew him long enough to tell the difference, but it didn't mean she wasn't pissed. He would never make her the victim, she wasn't fifteen anymore. Her skeptical face skewed to anger and she shed his coat from her body and threw it onto the ground in front of him.
"Good, I won't be here," she spat placing her hands on her hips. Her lack of clothes didn't faze her, she had no interest in seducing him right now, nor was he paying attention to her body.
His eyes stayed plastered onto hers as he picked up his jacket and walked to his desk and grabbed a semi automatic lying there. He tossed it onto the bed in front of her.
"You remember how to use it-ah?"
"Good, make sure to keep the uh safety's on, we wouldn't want any, hm, accidents."
She glared at him as he put his coat on, he didn't say anything else to her, just walked to the door.
Once he left, she let out the breath she had been holding in. She grabbed the gun sitting on the bed and check to make sure it was loaded. She stuffed it into her oversized purse after pulling out her clothes for the day. While exchanging items her phone fell out. Picking it up she noticed a missed call, Bruce.
Seeing as he didn't leave a message she just decided to call him back, it didn't even take two rings before he answered bringing a smile to her face.
"Hey, I was wondering where you were."
"That's a little stalker-ish don't you think, Mr. Wayne?"
"Does that bother you?"
She laughed as she pulled up her jeans, "the jury's still out."
"Well I had called you yesterday to see if you wanted to take a trip with me, to Tokyo, but since you didn't get back, I just took the entire Russian ballet."
"Did you, now? Is that an attempt to get me jealous?"
"No, but if it did, it's a plus, I'm actually here on…business."
His pause was a dead give away on what business he was attending to.
"So the ballet orgy was-"
"-just a cover-up and there was no orgy," he finished for her.
"Good to know."
"When I get back I'm going to be throwing that party for Harvey and I think you should be my date."
Any movement that Allison had been partaking in ceased at his words. Her first instinct was to accept, but then she realized what this meant. If she agreed to be Bruce's date one of two things would happen: People would take them seriously and they would be officially a couple or she would just be another secretary swooning over the boss.
Was she ready for either?
While lost in her head Bruce was still rambling about that night, he had obviously assumed she would just say yes so when the "No" came out of her mouth he still continuing with his thoughts until it hit him.
"Bruce, don't get me wrong, I would love to go with you, but I don't think it's a good idea."
"Are you going to elaborate on that Al?"
She sighed and moved the phone away from her ear as she slipped her shirt over her head, thinking of exactly what to say.
"Well, I don't want to be a stereotype. The secretary the boss hits on-"
"It's a good thing I'm not technically your boss, I'm pretty sure Lucius signs your checks."
She paused while he chuckled from the other end of the phone.
"Are you done being a smart ass?"
He gave her one more laugh before stopping, "I'm sorry, but since when do you care what people think of you?"
"Well I start to care when my escort to a dinner is a billionaire, therefore has tons of media watching their every move including who they date. I don't care if a whole bunch of my adoptive parents rich friends think I'm some kind of slut or rebel, I'd rather not all of Gotham think I'm some blonde bimbo secretary dating Bruce Wayne."
"Would it really be so bad?" he sighed, "dating me, I mean."
What? This was unexpected. She knew they had a connection physically and emotionally, but they were also so messed up. He was in love with a woman Allison knew would never be with him, and she couldn't let go of an old flame that was now an out of control wild fire trying burn down Gotham. Maybe that's why they could be perfect for each other.
"Are you asking me to date you or be your date to a dinner?"
"Maybe a little bit of both. God, I don't know, Allison, I feel like we're more than just friends, but there's-"
"I was going to say Addison, but I understand why you might think Rachel."
"Are you saying you want to date my daughter, Bruce?" She was smirking and knew he could probably feel it.
"Are you done being a smart ass?" he asked, mimicking her voice from earlier.
"Face it Bruce we're both too fucked up to date, but we certainly can keep what we have right now."
"I wasn't planning on giving you a choice. I guess I'm going to have to find another date."
"Well if you really want people to think you're a douche bring two. Actually you might want to go with three"
He started laughing, "should I maybe fly in on a helicopter too?"
She flopped back down on the Joker's bed, "it wouldn't hurt."
As promised, Gamble was "taken care of" by 2:00. Allison had already went and picked up Addison from Janet and Dornan only to find that Janet had pretty much bought Addie a whole new wardrobe. Luckily the toddler was pleased with the outfits.
All the way home Addison started talking about her birthday party. She would be four-years-old in about a month and was eager to have the "best party ever".
"Gramma said I'd have ponies and candy and get lots of presents!"
Allison couldn't contain an eye roll, "Did she? Well I have to talk to Grandma about this, so don't get too excited."
The disappointment was evident on the toddler's face and Allison knew she would probably have to give in to this one, but it didn't mean she wouldn't be having a talk with Janet.
"Will Uncle Nathan come to my party?"
Allison swallowed hard, "have you said anything to Grandma or anyone else about Uncle Nathan?"
"No, remember mommy, you said not to."
"I know I said that baby, I was just making sure you remembered."
The toddler sighed, "Yes mommy I remembered."
Both fell into silence until they arrived back at the apartment, then the dreaded "D" word came into the picture.
"When will I see daddy again? I miss him."
One day. That's all she had spent with him, but with a child her age, that's all it was going to take.
Allison knew she would start having to answer Addison's questions about her father, but she never thought the two would meet and if they did she didn't think he would be a villain…or whatever he was.
She snorted at the thought.
"I don't know, he's very busy."
Addison frowned and went into her room. Allison leaned against the counter and took a deep breath; she was literally going insane. She knew the smartest thing for her and Addison would be to get out of dodge as soon as possible. She had a crush on a billionaire who liked to play super hero and her baby's daddy was an insane clown.
Not to mention her brother was a fugitive.
Yet, she had come to the conclusion she was addicted to chaos because that's all that could come from this and she knew she wasn't leaving anytime soon.
She was grateful for the knock at the door to tear her away from her thoughts. After looking through the peephole she smiled and swung it open.
"What did you do take Concord?"
Bruce smiled, "Would you expect it any other way?"
She shut the door behind him as he walked in, "I guess n-"
When she turned around to look at him, he was less than two inches from her.
"Hi," he said, his warm breath hitting her lips.
"Hi," she breathlessly replied back.
His lips gently pecked hers and he pulled back briefly. She chased his fleeting lips, this time for a much longer and deeper one. He eagerly matched her intensity pushing her into the door and clenching her hips with his hands. Hers were knotted behind his neck as she eagerly pushed her body against his as if they could fuse together.
When he abruptly pulled away Allison was confused and disappointed until she opened her eyes and saw him looking down.
There staring up at him was the three-year-old pulling on his pant leg. Allison released her grip from around his neck and he reluctantly dropped his hands from her hips.
"Up," was her only reply.
He smiled and lifted her into his arms, "you're demanding, just like your mother."
"I missed you," she said snuggling into the crook of his neck. Allison smiled, but at the same time became worried. Her and Bruce weren't an official item and if something happened between them, it would be hard to watch the little girl mourn the loss of him.
"I missed you too, monkey. Did you take care of your mom while I was gone?"
"No, I stayed with grandma, mommy had a girl's night."
Bruce glanced up at Allison who managed to give an unconvincing innocent grin.
"Hm," he said slowly setting her down, "well did you at least have fun with your grandma?"
"Yes! We started planning my birthday! Will you come?"
He squatted down to her level, "wouldn't miss it! Now go ahead and play with your toys so I can spend time with your mom and then I promise I'll take you out to dinner, do we have a deal?"
Her eyes lit up and she nodded eagerly before trotting back into her bedroom and shutting the door.
Allison quickly started to make her way her bedroom trying to avoid being questioned.
If only she was so lucky.
Bruce was hot on her tail and her heart skipped a beat when she heard him close the door behind her.
"Girl's night out?" his voice leaked of suspicion.
She turned to face him and sat down on her bed, "Yes a night out with girls."
"You didn't mention that before," he retorted, not amused by her smart-ass remark.
"You never asked," she said more seriously, "plus I don't need to tell you what I do."
He gave a slight snort, "no you don't, I just wasn't aware you knew any girls."
She didn't have much time to think of her response. She knew he could easily find out if Whitney was one of those girls and she couldn't trust Whitney to go along with it.
"Well I did grow up here, I know people."
"You've never hung out with them before, or mentioned them for that matter."
Now she was getting irritated. She stood from the bed and stalked over to him, "You're not my father or my boyfriend what I do is my business. I'm already raising a child I don't fucking need to be treated like one, so if that's what you came her to do then just leave."
Her hand shot out to go around him to open her door, but his reflexes were much quicker. He grabbed her wrist and tugged her into him.
"You're incredibly sexy when you're pissed," he purred.
The angry look on her face quickly fell and was replaced with shock and God help her she was turned on. He was fucking Batman for God sake. She had seen his body in magazine's and tabloids but she wondered what it would be like to run her hands over his perfectly sculpted muscles. It was then she realized her free hand was running down his arm. He let go of her wrist and lifted her up taking her the brief six steps to her bed before dropping her on it.
The cheap springs made her bounce and nearly fall backwards, but she regained her balance and greedily reach for his shirt as he climbed on her finally forcing her to lie on her back, but she successfully took his shirt with her and threw it on the floor.
His movements with her were slow but deliberate. His lips came down to hers and barely pecked them before kissing her cheek and then to her neck. She was much more eager and tried to urge him along by grabbing his hair and pushing his face further onto her neck. As if that wasn't enough she wrapped her legs around his waist and hoped he would get the hint.
He chuckled into her neck and kissed his way to her ear, "Patience, you wouldn't want Addison to hear us, would you?"
She let go of his head and the tight grip around his waist loosened. If he hadn't caught on to that, the frustrated sigh she let out was a giveaway. He pulled away and looked at her, "something I said?"
She rolled her eyes, "what do you think?"
Now it was his turn to be frustrated, "come on, she's not going to hear us."
"She might and it's irresponsible, I can't just leave my kid in her room, playing, while we bone."
He started laughing, "bone?"
"Not the point, I can't do it."
He sighed again for good measure and nodded. She let go of his waist so he could get off, but his lips came crashing on hers. She couldn't help but moan as his intensity finally matched what she had previously wanted.
Just as soon as it happened he pulled away and climbed away from her.
"That was evil," she said as she sat up. He smirked and picked his shirt up off the floor.
"Sorry I had too."
"I'm not so sure that's true," she replied standing up and stretching, watching him put his shirt back on.
"Allison," his once playful voice was now serious making her feel stiff.
"Bruce," she drawled out.
He placed his hand under her chin and then caressed her cheek, "I want to date you."
"D-Date me? I thought we talked about this already."
"Yes, we did, but I changed my mind. I don't care what the tabloids will say, I promise I will protect you and Addison, whether it's from the media or from the criminals in this city. It might be a risk, but you're worth it."
Her eyes were wide, this was it, he was finally putting her on the spot. There was no way she would just be able to wit her way out of this one, she had to make a decision. She glanced at the purse sitting by her dresser knowing there was a gun in there. Is that the life she wanted for herself and Addison? She looked back at the man standing before her, he was damaged, so was she, but he was a hero, and the amount of money he had he could protect her. She realized she was choosing between Bruce and Jack, even if neither one of them would know it. With one more glance between her purse and Bruce her lips curled into a smile.
"OK, we can date."
She had no idea that it would be a big mistake.
Once again, I would really like a review just to know you still want to read. For all I know, no one is even reading Joker fanfics anymore.