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thequeenofcronuts · 5 years

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Justify My Love - Chapter 5 - Never Forget You, Power Over Me

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

Book: The Royal Romance

Word Count: 3,270-ish

Pairing: Maxwell x MC (Kristina Hampshire), Hana, Drake, OCs

Warnings - Language

A/N In this TRR Series (Where books 2 and 3 are thrown to the wind): Kristina (MC) decides she cannot stay in Cordonia after the events of the Coronation Ball. Not so much caring about her own reputation, but caring for the life of the man she has been falling for, which is not the prince. She returns to New York and is faced with her heartbreak and regret while Maxwell is left in Cordonia struggling to understand the truth behind his feelings. Will they let each other go?

**All characters and named places are owned by Pixelberry Studios. Rights to the songs lyrics and titles in this series belong to:

Justify My Love (Madonna) - Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group, Reach Music Publishing, BMG Rights Management

Never Forget You (MNEK and Zara Larsson) - Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Power Over Me (Dermot Kennedy) - Warner/Chappell Music, Inc, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group

Series Tags @littleblossom357 @alj4890 @cosigottahavefaith

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Kristina’s POV

- Never Forget You -

“Atlantic City look out because we have arrived, and you’ll never be the same after us.” Stephen proclaims as he stretches before helping Daniel with the bags. “I, Lisa, am your leader for this excursion. Follow me to check in and we will drop our stuff off into our rooms. We leave in twenty minutes on the dot. We’ve got Steel Pier to conquer! Now march!” Daniel narrows his eyes while he looks to Kristina. “This itinerary planning and leading the group has gone to Lisa’s head and I completely blame you.” As Lisa overhears the comment she just shrugs, “Keep up, don't wander from the group, and don't get lost.” Kristina lets out a small laugh, “Heh, like Maxwell would totally do.”

The three stop in their tracks and whip around to face Kristina. “Maxwell, eh? Oh, do tell.” Daniel smirks with his comment. Shit, I just fucking said that. Out loud. And I meant to. What the hell is wrong with me? Gotta change the subject, fast. “People wander off all the time. More importantly I have been promised greasy boardwalk food and funnel cakes.” Stephen turns around to walk into the hotel lobby as he brushes off Kristina's attempt to change the subject. “I’m letting you off the hook Kris, for now since since you're actually going out with us, but we will circle back to this, Maxwell guy.” If he drinks enough, we won't remember to.

After check in Kristina and Lisa change into bikinis and short jean shorts. “I can't believe I let you pack for me, Lisa.” “Technically you didn't let me, I had to handle it while you were fruitlessly throwing out all of your silly protest. Consider this as a sort of punishment. Oh, and wait until you see what I packed for you to wear tonight as we hit the clubs.” No, oh god no. Absolutely no intervention by entertainment. “You know Lisa, I won't be able to go tonight. I’ll have to wash my hair.” Lisa cackles “Bahahaha! This isn't the 1940s Kris. Although you do get points for pulling out the reference.” Kristina put her hand on her hip obviously looking for another excuse. She smirks, “I’ll probably have a headache.” Lisa guffaws. “Kris, we both know what that excuse is for and it most certainly is not for going out clubbing.” “Fine, just drag me out on your ridiculous waste of my time. The sooner we leave the sooner we can be back here.” After an eye roll from both girls, they meet the guys and head to the boardwalk.

“Looking nice ladies.” Kristina glares at Stephen. “Compliment your wife, but don't try and butter me up for this foolish frivolity.” Oh my god, I sound like Bertrand. If their is a higher power up there some where, please help me! “Where first, Lisa? This reminds me of Coney Island, and I can't remember the last time I was there.” “Why Daniel, you don't look too excited.” Lisa lets out sarcastically. “And you, Kris, don't either. So I guess with you two grouches and Lisa and I we balance the group out.” Stephen snorts as he ruffles Kristina's hair and puts his arm around her shoulder like a big brother would. She immediately crosses her arms, tightening her lips into a thin line. That's only for Maxwell…“Don't ever do that again, seriously. Never.” and she storms off to the nearest restroom. “What the hell was that?” Lisa and Stephen watch while Daniel asks out loud with confusion written all over his face. He continues, “This is what I’m talking about guys. The most mundane things just set her off. I never know what to say or do anymore.”

“Hey babe,” Stephen pipes in, “maybe you should go check on her?” Lisa takes a moment to contemplate her husband’s words. “I think she needs a little space, but if she's not out in ten to fifteen minutes I’ll head in there.” But about ten minutes later Kristina emerges from the bathroom, her eyes a little red and puffy. Too much. This is all...Too much.

“Ok,” Lisa goes on as if nothing happened. “I got how this all works. Tickets for the attractions are a dollar each, and then most attractions require anywhere from one to five tickets.” “Actually,” Kristina interjects. “That's affordable.” “I know right, Kris?” But Daniel shakes his head, “We haven't talked food yet. There's the money pit.” “Oh Daniel hush. There is no room for negativity in my painstakingly perfectly planed itinerary.” Lisa retorts with a smile and playfully smacking him on the shoulder.

The group spends the afternoon riding the attractions, shopping all the touristy shops, and getting that funnel cake Kristina was promised. Slowly Kristina's mood switches from a tad bit of enjoyment, then back to melancholy quickly. No one can see if there's pattern, but the three are watching her trying to figure the out puzzle. The piece of the puzzle they don't know is when they do things that make her think of Maxwell, she immediately falls back into her pit.

They end up having a late lunch early dinner at the Landshark Bar and Grill, taking a table outside. Just a few minutes after they arrive their waiter, Tony, is at the table. He takes their drink order first, Kristina orders a Tranquil Waters. It's Rum, blue curaçao, pineapple juice and mango pieces. The three friends, notice how Tony listens intently only to her order with a huge smile on his face.

“Oh my god Kris, he’s totally into you!” Lisa squees. Kristina looks at Stephen and Daniel with wide eyes. “Yep, Kris. Lisa is right.” Lisa cracks a smile at Daniel. “Thanks, Daniel, I know I am. But I don't hear that often.” She nudges Stephen’s foot under the tab. “No footies you two married or not, and he is absolutely NOT into me.” “Riiiiight. Lets test it Kris. We’ll pay close attention for the rest of the meal and give you the verdict.” “Whatever. If it amuses you all so much, I could care less Stephen.

Tony returns with their drinks, placing Kristina's down last as he leans in and asks her if it's looks okay. She takes a sip and tells him it's perfect. He leans back as he comments to her, “I’m so happy it's perfect for you” with same smile as before. He looks at Kristina first to take her order, and of course tells her it's an excellent choice. After all them order he up the menus while he just glances at the other three and turns to go put the order in, Lisa can't help but let out a giggle. “Seeeee” “Oh come guys, he’s just flirting for a tip. Oldest trick in the book.” “Well the way I see this is, we have two guys at this table,” Stephen points to himself and Daniel, “and two ladies. Would he so obviously flirt with just you if it was only for a tip? How would he know if myself or Daniel are your boyfriend and we’d rip him a new asshole for flirting our girl?” “Would you all just let it fucking go for gods sake. It's not like that.” Everyone is quite until their food is served, and no mentioning of Tony’s still obvious flirtations. Daniel goes to pick up a fork when Kristina points out, “That's a salad fork, not for your meal.” Oh shit, really Kristina? “Fork etiquette Kris?” Daniel gives her an incredulous look. “Who are you and what have you done with my friend?” “Can't a girl just like to have manners?” They all eye her with suspicion.

Tony comes back to pick up the plates and ask how to spilt the checks. He is clearly enthusiastic when Kristina says she is on her bill. Once he's gone she shoots the three a focused and frigid stare warning them to not say a word. Tony returns with the completed receipts and gives Kristina a wink while he hands her the little portfolio it is in. As she pulls it out she groans. ‘Call me’ and his number is written on it. Stephen quickly grabs the receipt from her hands and shows a shit faced grin. “We win! Man, we should have gone for a bet.” She grabs back the receipt back and storms out of the restaurant. As soon as they're all are outside she rips it up and throws it away. Stephen and Daniel each let out a long heavy ‘that's cold’ whistles at the same time. “Guess poor Tony just got a ‘no’”. And Daniel just shakes his head.

Lisa looks at her friend and hooks her arm though Kristina's as she bounces along the path. “Don't pay any attention to tweedle dee and tweedle dum over there. Let's head back to the room and get ready for the club. Dance,Dance, Dance!!” Why? What have I done in my life to be so tortured? Oh Maxwell! It's going to suck without you.

Kristina looks in the mirror as Lisa finishes getting ready. The outfit Lisa packed for her is way more sexy than she wants to appear tonight. It's a little, definitely little, tight black dress with a plunging neck line which is covered with see through black mesh over lace. The thin black straps connect the front of the dress to the V shaped bare back, which comes to a point barely above her ass. The dress has a short skirt with a slit allowing just enough for club dancing moves.

Her makeup is demure with the exception of the fiery red lipstick gracing her perfectly cupid’s bow plump lips, and a beautiful shade of blue eyeliner setting off the shape of her deep blue eyes. Lisa has fastened Kristina's long wavy light brunette locks in low, lose chignon with a slight twis instead of a plain style.

As Kristina examines herself in the bathroom mirror she gives a deep exhale. For the first time in months she is going out after that sudden withdrawal out of Cordonia. As she turns to leave the ensuite she is feels a bit of a sour stomach. Leaving the room to meet the guys in the hall she stops dead in her tracks as she realizes what she is about to do. A split second later she has slumped down the wall to the ground sobbing until she can barely breath.

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Maxwell's POV

Power Over Me -

Hana and Drake knock on Maxwell's hotel room door, but there's no answer. He and Hanna wait a minute with no sounds of stirring in the room. Drake knocks louder, still nothing. Finally letting his anger begin to get to him he pulls back his hand to pound on the door. Before he can connect his fist Hana puts a hand on his arm and shakes her head no. “Drake, do you really want to wake up the entire floor? It is rather early” “Ugh, why are always you so reasonable, Hana? Maxwell knew what time we were heading out. How can he not be ready? This is kind of important. So where the hell is he?” Hana pulls out her cellphone and swiftly taps out a message. Right away it buzzes back. “Well Drake, he’s already down in the lobby and has eaten breakfast. So I think he is on the same page as us in the importance of all this, plus I think you need to start giving him more credit.” “Well, I’m kinda feeling like an ass right this second. Hana, I’ll apologize to you for me expecting the worst of him, but I’m not changing my opinion of Maxwell.”

Hana sighs sweetly as they walk towards the elevators. “The three of us want Kristina back, Drake. Each one of us just as much as the other, so can we please stay positive and work together?” Drake treats it as a rhetorical question as they get on the elevator. Hana presses the lobby button and on the way down Drake keeps his hands in his pockets and lets out a stream of air. “Yeah, for Hampshire, and you, I can manage dealing with him. Although I presume there will be whiskey along the way.” Hana places a hand on his shoulder with a slight laugh. “This is for Maxwell and Kristina too. If he can make her happy don't you want that for her?” Drake looks over to Hana, “Hana stop being so right all the time. It's obnoxious.” He smirks and she giggles. “And,” she goes on, “Maxwell has been your friend for a long time. You two may have a … unique… dynamic, but don't you want him to be happy too. You know he would do the same for you, for any of us.” Letting out another sigh and taking a hand from his pocket to rub the back of neck and says in a bit of a playful tone, “Ok Hana, you win. Again, just stop being so damn reasonable all the time.”

The elevator door slides open and there is Maxwell in the lobby bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet wearing a massive smile. “Good morning kids! Do you need breakfast before we head out on this first leg of our adventure?” Hana can't help but smile at Maxwell's returned enthusiasm, even Drake has a lopsided tiny smirk while he looks on. “I could use some coffee and maybe a bagel.” Hana tells him with an affirmative nod. “Really easy to get that Hanna. They've a grab and go section here in the hotel. Drake?” Maxwell is still bouncing, but now alternating from foot to foot. “Just coffee.” Maxwell smiles wider. “You're orders are too easy my friends. Let's go grab what you want and head out.” Maxwell turns and bolts towards little foot mart. “Wait a second, Maxwell,” “What Drake?” “How much caffeine have you consumed already today?” “One cup of coffee.” Drake quirks a quizzical eyebrow. “Just one cup of coffee. Seriously Maxwell?” “Yep my man, this is me on just one cup, a colossal amount adrenaline, and both are mixed with excitement. So let's get this show on the road.” Maxwell slides from foot to foot to his own rhythm as they walk.

Drake calls for the car and in a few minutes a black Cadillac Escalade pulls up to the drop off/pick up line outside the hotel’s entrance. The car barely stops before Maxwell hops in calling far a window seat. Hana follows knowing sitting by Maxwell may very well keep Drake from any rash movements. “Riding in style, I see. Lets get some music pumping.” He pulls out his phone looking for the road trip playlist he created last night. “So how have we scored this ride?” He asking over his music. “Let me explain, “pipes up Hana trying to speak over his music. “but first please stop your tapping your feet so hard. Your making the floor shake.” “But it's the perfect rhythm of the music. Feel the music Hana.” It's nice see him a coming a little back to himself. “Okay Maxwell, I feel the music.” He jovially gives her shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Hana begins to explain to Maxwell, “ First I flew in from Cordonia on a separate flight from you and Drake so if anyone happened to notice us leaving court it hopefully wouldn't appear remiss,” Drake cuts in, “Not like anyone will actually notice you and me not being around. You've locked yourself up in your estate and I’m me.” Hana tries to comfort Drake, but also with a bit of sarcasm. “You’ll be missed. People can't resist your signature brand of grumpiness for too long.” Maxwell claps, “Good one Hana!!” “Ok you two, no more comments from the peanut gallery. At any rate, Liam wants to help us as much as he can without raising questions or suspicions from the press and court. He and Kiara are newlyweds and even though she doesn't mind Kristina’s return, obviously the crown can't be seen directly helping in her name being cleared or her return. But if her best friends find Tariq and Kristina it would seem perfectly normal.”

Hana tries to continue but Maxwell begins to get lost in the beat of the music’s baseline. He taps the rhythm on his thighs while he is still tapping his feet. “Focus Maxwell. So Liam let Bastien work with us in locating Tariq’s last three locations after he came to LA. That actually was a bit easier than expected. You know Bastien has his … ways of getting information, of well information of a personal nature. We were able to just follow the money from his accounts. He stopped in a few different states, but ultimately settled in LA. At least for now he is still here. So that's why we got here as fast as we could.” Maxwell stops the tapping and looks pensive. “I can see it. A perfectly rich area with amazing designer clothing. Really a perfect place for him.” “True” Hana agreed and went on, “Liam is paying for the investigation and our trip.”

“ Bastien has everything set to get Tariq back to Cordonia once we find him. He also has everything set to get him back to Cordonia and make his statement. At the same time Tariq is traveling we'll on our way to New York.” “Assuming we can get him to help clear Kristina’s name.” Drake states and sighs. “But I do believe we have numerous ways to convince him to.” Maxwell's mouth drops. “Geez Maxwell, nothing illegal. Calm down.” “Ok, it now all makes sense to me. Oooohhhh, I wanted to ask, can we eat at an ‘In-N-Out Buger’ while we're here? I researched food places last night, and apparently it's a must do!” “Maxwell, this isn't a vacation. We aren't tourists.” “I know Drake, but adventures need sustenance! Aaaaannndddd also how much longer to the first stop, Hana? Are we close yet?” She looks at the direction app on her phone. “Well, in LA traffic, your guess is as good as mine.”

Maxwell felt like they were driving for a million years when he spots the beacon of culinary hope. A sign for an ‘In-N-Out Burger’ is ahead of them. His eyes light up an he begins to ask, “ Ohhhh, pleas, please, please. It's one of the meccas of what they call fast food here. Come on, when will ever be back here? Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeeee?!?!?” Hana's laugh chimes while Drake complains. “You sound like a whinny kid begging to open his gifts two days early before Christmas. But, if it will shut you up, lets go.” Drake caves in. “Yes!!! Sweet! And Drake, I won't tell anyone that you let your half American side take you over and that you really want this American greasy goodness for yourself, and not just shut me up. Ha!”

Maxwell insists on the entire experience and he leaps out of the car turning around to hurry along to yell at Hana and Drake to move faster. “Come on guys!! You're so slow!” And he proceeds to moonwalk through the parking lot. As he enters the restaurant it smells like an American heaven, or at least what he thinks an American heaven, should smell like. Unlike the cronut experience during the Social Season he stops, gets in line, and looks at the menu. With wide eyes he can't even begin to decide. According to what he read online, this is a momentous occasion, and he doesn't want to screw it up.

He goes with (whatever a “Combo #2” means) which is a cheeseburger, fries, and a drink. Then he adds a hamburger, and 2 milkshakes, because he couldn't decide between the chocolate or the strawberry. After having to make two trips to get all of his prizes to the table he finally sits down and rubs his hands together. With a maniacal laugh he looks at the bounty before him. “You, my tasty adversaries, are no match for Lord Beaumont’s gastrointestinal fortitude!” Back in the car he falls asleep after the ‘In-N-Out’ defeat of his war with lunch. “Hana,” Drake whispers, “if this all we have to do to keep him unconscious, I say we eat at every fast food joint from here to New York.”

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diyunho · 7 years

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The Joker x Reader - “Catch and release”

You always want him and it’s not that he doesn’t like it, but sometimes he’s very tired and you don’t give him a break. Since when is The Joker allowed to have breaks?! Unheard of!

***He steps out of the shower, wraps the towel around him and cautiously sneaks out of the bathroom, heading towards the bedroom, trying to be quiet so you won’t hear him.

“Heeeeey, handsome,” J hears you behind him and he rolls his eyes when your hands go around his chest and he feels your lips on his back. “Where are you going?”

“I have a meeting soon, I’m already late, Doll,” he tries to get out of your embrace but you squeeze him harder.

“I doubt it, you’re never late,” you seductively reply, moving your hands down his waist and he sighs, resigned. “Come on, your girl needs you,” you slap his butt, yanking the towel away.

J takes a deep breath and tries to get out of it: “We already had sex twice this morning, Pumpkin ,I’m tired.”

“Pfftttt,” you scoff, unimpressed, turning him towards you and caressing his soft skin. “Since when is the Joker saying no to this?!”

“Since I’m tired,” he complains, but still kisses you.

“That’s the spirit! Come on, let’s go,” you yank at his hand and drag him towards the bedroom.

“God, I feel like a piece of meat,” he whimpers, knowing there’s no escape.

“Did you Google stuff again?!”

“I did.”

“I told you to stop it, Google is not good for you, makes you talk crazy,” you shake your head, annoyed. “Just lay there, OK? I’ll take care of the rest.”

You push him on the bed and he feels offended: “I’m The Joker, I don’t just…lay there.”

“You can if you’re tired, I won’t tell anyone,” you wink. “But don’t make a habit out of it; I like it when you’re wild.”

Hmmm, he thinks, might as well. He really enjoys it and you get what you wanted, being super happy for the rest of the day.

***You had to go to a meeting too and the whole time you just glare at him, biting your lips and J knows what it means. You didn’t hear a word on what it was said.

Dammit, this woman is killing me! J messes around with all the maps and papers, pretending not to notice that devious smirk on your face. He likes to complain a lot lately, but in the same time he loves it that you are so infatuated with him. He wants you and he doesn’t. The hell with it: he does, but on his own terms and since for some reason he finds himself unable to say no to you, he creates such a fuss. The Joker is a complicated person.

“Jaaaaay,” you try to get his attention. “Baby !!! Hey!”

He has no choice but to look up.

“On the way home, let’s stop somewhere on a dark alley, hmm?” you whisper, leaning over so he can see your lacy bra under your shirt.

He snickers, grinning at the idea.

“Ohhh, we can do that.” He decided not to be a jerk this time. Well, it was a lot of fun in the backseat of the purple Lamborghini and as soon as you get home after the drive:

“Heeeeey, handsome,” you unbutton his already not very buttoned shirt. “Why do you look so sexy all the time, hmm? Are you doing it on purpose?”

Are you kidding me right now?! He really thought he was done for the night, he’s too exhausted from everything he had to do, plus tending to your …needs. But duty calls, so, you know…you gotta do what you gotta do.

*** The Joker starts wearing baggy clothes around the penthouse, hoping that you will not care to see him like that. YEAH,NO! He wishes he was that lucky.

“Baby, what are you wearing?!” you ask, completely baffled when you see him with those huge sweatpants and a sweater that looks three times his size.

“Clothes,” he sits at his desk, avoiding looking at you.

“Where are your other clothes?” Hmm, suspicious.

“The cleaner’s,” he shortly answers, getting on the laptop and trying not to pay attention to you.

“All of them?! You have, like, a million things.”

“Yeap, all of them,” he mutters, parting his green hair to the side without realizing it. You take it as a signal.

“Ahhhh, I seeeee,” you giggle, getting up from the couch, march to the desk and with a swift move all the papers, including the laptop and his gun, fly over to the floor, some even reaching the kitchen counter.

“Jesus, Y/N, WTF?!” he frowns, getting mad but doesn’t have time to have a temper tantrum because you land in his lap, pulling on his bottom lip with your finger.

“Sssstttt, don’t talk, I know you’re trying to get my attention.”

“HUH?!”

“You know, you’re so attractive you could wear a garbage bag and you would look hot as hell. I love your new attire. Are we playing roles? I can go change and we can pretend to be two trashy people getting it on,” you keep on yapping, already ripping off him everything you can. “Aren’t you happy you have a girlfriend that pays attention to you?” He doesn’t answer so you continue.” I know you’re always in the mood, stop pretending you’re not, it irritates me.” It irritates you?! “Yum, you’re soooo delicious! I know you’re doing on purpose, don’t deny it.” You kiss him all over, excited.

J wasn’t really aiming for that reaction at all.

“You know, Princess, my next choice to wear would have been a garbage bag and now I can’t do it because you would like it anyway,” he kind of tries to joke and be serious in the same time.

Your lips stop on his Jester tattoo; what he just said rubs you the wrong way.

“Why shouldn’t I like it?” you lift your head, looking him in the eyes.

“Well, I am an idea and ideas don’t…” “You’re a what ??!!” you interrupt, wiggling in his lap.

“I am an idea and…”

“Hold on, did you Goggle stuff again??!!” you inquire because you have a feeling about it.

“I did,” he admits, taking a deep breath.

“I told you not to, it makes you talk crazy.” “I can’t help it, I love Google,” he lifts his shoulders up, amused.

“More than me?” you grumble, yanking his neck towards you.

“Nooo, nope, no way, Baby Doll, I love nothing more than you.”

“Jeez, that sounds so fake, put some passion into it,“ but you don’t let him answer because you crush your lips against his so he will stop talking nonsense. Stupid Google!

*** You finally commonly agreed J will get ONE free pass each week when he is very tired and can’t have fun with you. But that’s it, you can’t agree to more since you already feel you’re getting gypped.***

***You’re preparing for your mission tomorrow and J is just returning from his.

“Heeeeey, handsome,” you roar when you see him.

“Free pass, Princess! Batsy almost got me, the jerk chased me for an hour, I’m beat!”

“Awwww,” you sharply inhale, disappointed. “My poor baby, com’ere.” You kiss him and hug him tight. “Are you OK?”

“Yeah, but he is such a pain in the ass. I’m gonna take a shower and crash.”

“So…you are really using your free pass? Just making sure,” you play with his gold chains, hoping to hear some good news.

“U-hum, I have to.”

“ ��Kaaay, then I’ll go to Frost,” you giggle and he doesn’t think anything of it until 5 minutes into the shower when it hits him. “I’ll go to Frost.” Wait a second, for what?! The Joker doesn’t even know when he got dressed and runs downstairs to find you laughing with Jonny, clinging to his arm as he continues his funny joke.

“Y/N! Get your ass here!” J yells. “Why?” you turn towards him and of course he won’t put up with insubordination so he grabs your arm and forcefully pushes you in the elevator.

“God dammit, you better be naked by the time we get to the penthouse! The Joker’s woman doesn’t need to go to someone else to get what she wants!”

“Wha’…? Oh, wait, you though I would really go to Frost FOR THAT?! No way, baby, I like you too much, my sexy green haired stud,” you chuckle, but start undressing anyway. Wow, the ideas he gets. Even without Google.

“Don’t care, my pride is as stake!” he snarls, ignoring half of what you said. The Joker rips your t-shirt, which is your favorite one, by the way.

“Are you sure you don’t want to use your free pass?”

“Fuck, I’m sure, even if this is the last thing I do!!” Oh, yeah, that’s right, his pride is as stake. Well, works for you.

Sucker!

*** He had other plans for tonight because you don’t always go together in the same missions. You blew up a few buildings, which was boring because they were empty, but Gotham is too quiet lately and you had to do something.

You went to bed and fell asleep waiting for J.

“Hi, Pumpkin,” he wakes you up, collapsing in your arms, pleased with himself. “Ohhh, boobies,” J smirks, placing his head on them. You smile with one eye opened and kiss his temple:

“How did it go, baby?”

“Waste of time, they only had 5 million in the seif.”

“No, way, really?”

“Yeap, so annoying. I was so fed up with it I kidnapped a senator. I would have tried to get Commissar Gordon again for that huge ransom, but somebody keeps on letting him go…yes?” he shoves you with his shoulder, grinding his silver teeth.

You just caress his hair and whisper:

“I can’t help it, he’s so cute with that moustache and all.”

SLAP! on your thigh.

“Auch! Stop it, that hurt!” J feels sorry for what he did, but only for a moment. “So baby, who did you kidnap?” you whine, rubbing the sore spot.

“Senator Michaels.”

Your heart is beating faster and he hears it since his head is resting on your cleavage.

“OMG, I have a thing for him! I need to go see him, is he in the basement?” you tease J, aware he won’t like it.

SLAP! and this time harder, followed by the lowest, freakiest growl you ever heard.

“Shut up, Princess!”

You pull his hair hard to get some revenge. He winces in pain:

“You, Baby Doll, don’t get to do that!” he gets on top of you, pinning your hands above your head. You bite his wrist and he immediately puts more pressure in his grip. “What did I just tell you, hmmm? Daddy will have to punish you!” “Free pass!!!” you blur out and he freezes.

“You…y-you don’t get one, Pumpkin,” he stutters, shocked you actually don’t want him for once.

“Free pass!!!” you insist, arching your back, enjoying seeing him antagonized.

“No, no way!”

“Why not? Only ideas get free passes?” you burst out laughing, throwing what he said the other day in his face.

“Ooohhh, you bad girl, making fun of Daddy, hmm? No free pass! I’m gonna punish you the worst way possible,” he lets you go for a few seconds so he can take his shirt off.

“All right, yeah, do it!” you playfully kick him with your knee. “I deserve it!” you lick your lips, excited your strategy worked. You did well: J really planned to use his free pass for the week tonight, but you made him forget all about it. Somehow, this always works in your favor. You are sooo good.

And you didn’t even have to use Google.