You're Mine -COMPLETED-

-9-

-3rd pov-

Joker blinks slowly, trying to wake up. He feels completely numb but he makes an effort to turn to his side, trying to see if you are around. He notices your shape about 6 feet away from him, eyes closed, your hands resting on your stomach. You look asleep

"Hey, doll, wake up!" he grumbles, pushing himself to get onto his knees

The taste of ashes, metal and blood in his mouth suddenly make him gag. He spits out black saliva over and over again, coughing attempting to clear his throat

"Doll, are you okay?... Hey, Hey!"

Absolutely no reaction

He crawls on all four to get closer and stops right next to you. The grass around is burned and you still emanate some heat. He sees your eyes uncontrollably moving under your closed eyelids, your lips muttering words he can't understand. You frown, afterwards a small smile appears on your lips, then nothing. You are such an interesting creature. Nothing exciting happened to him while captive and he sure loves excitement. He studies you, intrigued and with a groan he brings his knees to his face, resting his cheeks on them. Joker's blue eyes gaze goes up and down your body and something gets his attention: a thin gold band on your ring finger.

'Do you belong to somebody?' He wonders wishing he knew the answer for his personal knowledge

You are so quiet, completely still now and he realizes it doesn't look like you're breathing anymore. Joker leans over and places his head on your chest, trying to hear if there's any heartbeat. He deeply inhales your scent, pressing himself even harder against you. God, he didn't touch a woman in months.

Joker starts purring, glad he can finally sense your heartbeat. His left hand caresses your shoulder, his chin resting on your chest for a few brief seconds. His eyes carefully scout your face for any trace of movement. He buries his face in your neck, smelling you again

"Don't do that" you suddenly whisperer, while cautiously pushing him away, "SHE gets jealous" the only answer you get is a low growl

Joker gets up, struggling to stay on his feet. He grabs your hand, helping you up too

"Say, kitten, where the hell are we?" he scoffs, looking around totally disoriented

"Close to Gotham, maybe 3 hours away. I know this area it's secure, don't worry. Nobody comes to these woods anymore" you sigh, stretching starting to walk down a small path in between the trees

"Do you know where we were before?"

"SHE told me it was deep under the Pacific Ocean. Top top secret place, reserved for the... worst of the worst as they like to call us. It's gone now, but I am sure they have another nameless abyss somewhere else. All the prisoners died, except us. And they call us the bad guys... I'm just sorry SHE didn't have more fun before it all went down" you smile, turning your head so he can see you

Joker was falling behind...

"Come on, Damian, move it faster!" you shout, lifting your hands in the air a bit annoyed

Joker feels like the lightning struck him. He stops in his tracks, his non-existent eyebrows furrowed, instantly alert and defensive

"What did you just call me?"

"Damian. Isn't that your real name?!" you ask, confused as to why he's suddenly hearing bad

"How... how *exhales loudly* in the world you know that?"

"I can see it above your head" you calmly reply, pointing your finger in thin air

Joker looks up and of course he can't see anything