Hello my lovely readers! I have missed you all so much <3 and great news to those of you who enjoy my chapters, I'm back! ;D However, this chapter will be a special one, and very different. Hope you all will like it, and feel free to tell me your thoughts on it. Please keep an open mind about this one.
Also, this chapter will contain violence, and will contain a special someone called "The crime Prince of Gotham" if you know what I mean ;) Well hopefully you will enjoy this "cross-over".

And now for the chapter :)

"Reports are saying that a green header criminal by the name of Joker has just broken into Harvey bank-"
I groaned and switched the channel.

"Now for a little backstory on the infamous Joker. Nobody knows where he has come from, only to appear 5 years ago, robbing banks all across central California. When did he move into Gotham? It remains a mystery, but what isn't is that be needs to be stopped-" I rolled my eyes and shut off the tv, all the news was ever about was of the joker. And I hated it, how could someone do such awful things, and even get away with It?

I got up off the couch and to the kitchen to make myself a sandwich, it was going to be a lazy Sunday. Just as I placed the bread on a plate the phone rang.
Quickly wiping my hands on a towel I ran over to it,
"Hello?"
"Hey sweetie, can you do me a favor, it's urgent"
"Yeah ofcoarse mom, did something happen?"
"No, no, I just had a hair appointment today and forgot that i needed to go to the bank to pay my bills. Any chance you can do it for me?"
I sighed. "Sure mom, no problem"
"Thanks sweetie, you have my credit card anyways, love you"
"Love you too mom, Bye"

'Guess were going to the bank',
I thought to myself as I grabbed my coat and walked out into the cold night closing the door behind me.

Nights like these were the ones that really got you thinking, you had so much time to yourself, especially since it was a long walk, you started to think.

It had been 5 years since Ivan had disappeared and never bothered to check up on you again. And with the dissaperance of his brother, Emilio flew back to Spain to live with his parents leaving you all alone.
It had been great living with the Martinez twins for the 3 years that it lasted, and even dating Ivan. He was perfect in ever way that you could imagine, he had the perfect build, and a good foot taller than your (y/h) frame. His hugs were the best, the way his arms perfectly wrapped around you and held you close against his body that you could feel the heat radiating off. You were always shocked at his transformation to a tall and broad "man", even though he's always acted like a child. But you loved him for that.

But one day he stood you up on a date and was never heard from again.
You missed him so much that it was as if you saw him walk through the bank doors with a backpack.

Wait...

I rubbed my eyes and looked over to the door again, that's him! I'm sure of It!

You ran across the street dodging cars as you had ran out right infront of them. And you called his name countless times.

I burst through the door "Ivan!" I looked around and he was nowhere. I could feel a frown forming on my lips as I realized that it had probably just been my imagination. And I had probably just humiliated myself to the whole bank. I walked over to the counter and spoke with the lady, "Hi" I placed the envelopes on her desk. "I need to pay these and-"

You were interrupted as doors were slammed open and an infamous laugh echoed through the room. This laugh couldn't have belonged to anyone else but the joker.

It all happened so fast, screams filled the room and gun shots pierced through the air.

I crouched down imediantly covering my head and waited, the screams started to die down and I realized that this was the moment I needed to escape.

Crawling on my hands and knees I furiously tried to make it across the room, scrapping my knees on the shattered glass, but the pain wasn't enough to stop me. Only one sound was...

You froze mid-crawl as you heard the security of a gun being 'clicked' out of place.

I shut my eyes hoping that somehow I could disappear, but to no avail, I was still here, on all fours being held at gun point.

The jokers laugh echoed through the silent room once again, as men with costume heads stood around him.

"Well what do we have here?" He said and you could almost feel the smile on his lips.

"Now doll, why dontcha' turn around so I can see that pretty little face of yours?" He paused, then continued "I make it an honor to see the faces of all my victims" he finished in his infamous tone.

You stayed frozen on all fours and couldn't move, the fear had gone to your head. 

I tightly shut my eyes again only to be yanked backwards with a cold hand on my upper forearm and landed on my butt.

I looked up into his icy blue eyes, and for a second I thought they might have looked familiar.

His face displayed shock, and it was as if his eyes had gotten softer. Before I could stare any longer he turned his face and spoke to the man behind him.

"Jack, we are taking her with us". He spoke in an almost hushed tone but sternly as he let go of my arm and walked around me, leaving me on the cold floor. Walking away towards the exit, I was left staring at his broad back, and processing the words he had just said.

He haulted and slightly turned towards me, looking at me from the side of his eye.

He winked.

A wink? Why did he wink? Did he know something I didn't?

My thoughts were interrupted when I was yanked up to my feet by two of his henchmen.

"Let go of me! Stop-let-stop, let go!" I yelled as I tried to squirm out of their hold.

Just my luck I was met with a hard smack across the face. I fell to the floor holding my cheek as they released their hold on me.

My cheek burned as if it were on fire, and I was afraid of what he would do next.

I kept my gaze on the floor as tears welled in my eyes. I heard footsteps and then they stopped, shiny black shoes stood infront of me and blue eyes burning with rage looked down at me.

He was going to hurt me.

I shut my eyes tightly and waited, but nothing happened. I slowly pried them open and screamed as I saw him mere inches from my face. He was crouched down infromt of me and outstretched his arm, tenderly touching my face, inspecting my right cheek, his eyes soft as he looked at me. The emotion in his eyes resembled those of compassion, but why? I didn't know him, and he didn't know me. Or was i just misreading the signals?

His eyes darkened all of a sudden, once again filling with rage as his head turned eerily slow towards the man that had hit me. He got up bringing me along with him. He held me close to his body as his arm wrapped around my waist.

It was so wrong, yet so right. I was being held up against a serial killers body, yet it all felt too familiar. It felt warm and comforting.

A comfort that I had known, but forgotten.

"Did you dare lay a hand on her?" He questioned.

"Did you hit her?" He asked, yet the man stayed silent.

"Answer me!" He yelled, causing me to flinch in his arms.

His hold only tightened.

The man answered quietly "yes" and that was all it took. A reply that didn't even last a second before the man hit the floor.

The joker turned me away and we started walking, "don't look there doll".

*When arriving at the Joker's mansion*

"Right this way madam" the butler said that had opened the door.

I walked in with the Joker following close behind me.

"You'll be staying with me from now on doll" his deep voice whispered by my ear.

Before I had any time to protest he opened the door to room we had stopped infront of and pushed me in.

You tumbled to the floor but quickly got up, pounding at the door. Yelling for him to let you out. But after what felt like hours, you gave up and slumped to the floor leaning up against the wall.

"Doll?" You heard the 'oh-so-familar' voice call out but you didn't reply.

I heard him knock again, followed by the 'clanking' of keys and the door flung open as he stepped in. I had never seen him dress like this. Nobody has ever seen him dress like this. He had always worn his infamous purple jacket without a shirt. Yet here he was in only grey sweatpants as he waltz right into the room.

He looked...so... normal. As if he weren't the Prince of Gotham and the king of crime. As If he didn't take pleasure in the pain of others. He almost looked like he could be a college student from the back.

"Where are you?" He called looking around the room, but soon enough heturned around and made eye contact.

"I brought you dinner" he said as he placed the plate next to the nightstand.

He walked over to you and picked you up, you were too tired to do anything. And had finally started to feel the pain of your injuries.

You winced as he placed you down on the bed and his eyes imediantly darted down to your hands and knees.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up" he said as he held out his hand.
I took his hand and followed him to the bathroom, afraid to find out what he would do if I hadn't. After all, he is a criminal, anything could be expected.

I sat on the toilet seat as he grabbed my hand and dabbed at it with hydrogen peroxide.

I gasped and bit my lip as he got to the deeper cuts.

He looked up at me and held my gaze, then looked back down and continued dabbing my hand, as he stayed kneeled on one knee next to the toilet. The next word that I heard was one that I would have never expected to leave his lips.

"Sorry" he muttered keeping eyes focused on my hand.

The crease between his eyes looked so familiar, everything about him just seemed well known. And before I could stop my self I spoke out.

"Wash it off" I whispered. He looked up at me, "what?"

"Uh, um, the-the makeup" I paused, "please?"

He didn't answer and continued to clean my hands and legs and bandaging them up. Once he was finished he stood up and looked down at me.

"You want me to wash it off?" He asked and I slowly nodded.

"You're sure?" I thought for a minute then nodded.

He sighed and grabbed the bar of soap as he began to scrub his face in the sink.

Black and red swirled down the sink as the sight before you left you shocked, and frightened to the core.

There was no way that this man could be the man that you had loved. Yet here he stood infront of you, drying his face as he finished washing it.

"Hello doll" he said as he grinned at me.

You were breathless, as if the wind had been knocked out of you. Yet you managed to call him by his real name.

"Ivan"

"Its been a while since anyone has called me that doll, I go by J". He paused. "But I'll make an exception for you". He said.

So many questions were racing through your mind.

Why did he leave?

Where has he been all this time?

But all you could say was a simple three letter word.

"Why?"

"Well doll, I have many reasons, it's a long story. So what do you want to know first?"

I thought hard, what could have started all of this? Why has he become like this? Was it because of me? Has he told anyone, and exluded me? Finally I settled on my first question.

"Why are you a criminal?"

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The joker used in this was the newest one played by Jared Leto, and ofcoarse much younger too. I would really love to hear all your thoughts on this chapter and also,

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