P R O L O G U E

'I am awake, puddin' '

I pressed the sent button and flinged my glittery pink phone on the bed, before continuing to stare at the sky, through the ceiling window.

It has been two weeks since us happened.

I smiled again unconsciously and held my legs up in the air, and kicked the air infront of me, just for fun, feeling goofy and happy.

The phone vibrated beside me and I immediately took it, and looked at his message.

'I will be right next to ya soon baby.'

I giggled, feeling my insides fill with happiness. My eyes shifted to my arms, which were now pale, like his skin. I traced a bruise a cut I had gotten last night, when I scratched myself during the bank robbery.

Puddin' was so angry, he chopped of the man's hands, and stuffed them into the man's mouth.

He is so sweet.

I heard the sweet soft voice, of an angel in my mind and smiled. "I know." I said.

When will he come home? I can't wait for him to be back home!

I heard another voice, the low, rough voice of a devil and frowned. "He will be back soon!" I said and pointed at the sky suddenly.

"Oo!" I exclaimed. "Look! An eagle! Its so huge!" I exclaimed again, and looked at the huge bird flying in the bright blue sky, over our roof.

I sat up on the huge black comfy bed. This is his room. I have been sleeping in this room since the other night. The whole room was black. It kind of represented a change. I was in a white room, and now I am in a black room.

I was pure and now I have embraced the darkness, and now I am perfectly impure.

One of the walls was painted in graffiti, with the name Joker scrawled on it, and a lot of guns, knifes, blood, batman logo all over it. I smiled at the corner where there was a small heart shape with J&H on it. He had done that a few days ago when we were goofing around in the house.

This huge house is filled with colored rooms, the white room, the black room, and the dining room is called the blue room. It was so cool.

I played with the gold ring on my finger, with the letter H on it. I bit my lips, trying to control my giggles. I laid back down on the bed again and closed my eyes, humming a catchy tune.

The door to the bedroom bursted open. I controlled my smiling, and still closed my eyes, not opening them. I heard the rubbing of shirt, footsteps, guns hitting the black carpet on the floor and finally silence.

I waited for him to touch me, to call me, to say my name or just jump on the bed with me but nothing.

I peeked my eyes open, and above me was a face, so scary that I screamed so loudly at the face infront of me.

He laughed, pulling away and clapped his hands.

"Why did ya do that?" I asked, sitting up straight, feeling my heart beat slow down from its high and pouted my lips, with cherry lipstick.

He continued laughing, ignoring me, his eyes squeezed shut with laughter pouring out from every part of his body. I frowned and turned away from him, lying back down on the bed and placed my legs in the air, placing them on the ceiling, something that I love to do.

I could hear his laughted dying down now. "Baby..." He dragged and purred, his voice low, sending shivers down my spine like it always does.

I ignored him.

"Do not ignore me." He sanged it, and I could hear him moving, then the bed jumped, I could hear the ruffling of sheets.

I felt something being put softly on my stomach and looked down, to see him giving a wide grin back at me, his head lying on my stomach. "I hate you." I muttered under my breath.

"We both know that's a lie." He said, giving me a playful grin and sighed, before looking at my legs which were on the ceiling.

"How did it go?" I asked, my hands reaching for his green hair and I massaged his head. He closed his eyes, relaxing and sighed.

"Oh baby." He purred. "It was exhilarating, we got away right before batsy came."

I laughed, teasing batsy. "So clumsy."

I continued massaging his head and his temples, one hand brushing through his hair, and the other massaging his forehead.

"Mm." He growled. "So good." He dragged. "My neck baby."

"How do I massage your neck? You are lying down on me. You need to move aw--ahh!"

It was fast. He had sat up straight in a sudden move, pulled my legs so that I would be closer to him. In a swift move, he pulled me so that I was straddling him, sitting on his lap, his forehead resting on mine; the icy blueness of his eyes making me bite my lip to which he growled immediately as if warning me to not do it.

I bit harder.

"Massage my neck." He said, his voice impossibly low and erotic, tingles erupted all over my body. His hands played with the hem of my loose t-shirt. I placed my hands on his neck and started massaging him.

It reminded me of the moment where he had given me a neck massage during one of our sessions. Now, things have changed so much, and here I was giving him a neck massage while straddling him.

"Mm." He moaned. I could feel his muscles relaxing under my touch, his eyes closed and he tilted his head back, giving me more access.

I don't know what compelled me to do this but I did. My lips reached his neck, placing soft leather kisses all over it, while my hands expertly moved across his neck, massaging it. I could feel him stiffen under my kiss and butterflies erupted in my stomach, happy that I could make him feel like this.

His lean body was pressed up against me. I felt his warmth, he was shirtless, his defined muscles poked into my stomach. I grazed my lips teasingly over his neck, blowing hot air on his neck. I reached up to his earlobe and bit it softly. His hands, were now holding my hips tighter as if he was controlling himself. I knew him too well, to know that he is going to snap in...

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He growled lowly and before I know it, I was pushed back on the bed roughly and he hovered over me, studying me for just a second, before attacking my lips with a passionate hungry kiss as my hands played with his soft green hair, pulling him down, deepening the kiss.

There goes my heart.

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Hello.

Time to go crazy! :>

I was eating pudding while writing this.

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