-From your POV-

I woke up when the sky that I could see through the blinds of the window was glowing orange, signaling that it was around 5 PM. I slowly crawled out of bed and limped to my closet, finding new clothes. Never have I ever been in so much pain while walking. I smirked as I slid on a new t-shirt and shorts. Was I in pain? Immensely. Had I been wanting that for months? Yes. Was I disappointed? Nowhere near.

I managed to slowly walk out into the kitchen and go to the fridge, looking for something to drink. I turned around to the counter to see T and Scott staring at me with huge eyes. "What?" I ask them as I pour myself orange juice.

"Uh, um-" T stutters. I look down slightly and notice the massive collar of purple skin on my neck. It was somehow worse than the one I got from the first night with Bones. Worse by like, a lot. It literally looked like I was in a car accident and the airbag inflated. I chuckle lowly as I realize they think he beat the shit out of me, which morphs into a full laugh. As I catch my breath, I look up at them and shrug.

"I mean, the handcuffs broke." I laugh as I continue to walk back to my room. I walk into the bathroom and examine my neck. The entire front of it is purple; not a single inch of it shows my true complexion. I slide up the bottom of my t-shirt too and see there's matching purple fingerprints and hand prints sprinkled among the scratch marks. Those all extended from all the way down my sides to my butt and thighs. I just drop my shirt down and shake my head smiling. That's one way to let everyone know that I'm yours.

I was on my phone in bed when I heard the door open. About 30 minutes had passed since I did my self inspection and I looked up to a smiling Joker. "Doll, business was so good today." he says as he undoes his armor for a second time today. He looks at my neck and smiles.

"So was the concussion and the busted lip not enough? Now people will think I got my ass handed to me." I say with a fake-pout.

"You had something handed to you." he snickers.

"Haha idiot." I mock. He smiles before sitting down on the foot of the bed.

"So. Dinner? What do you want?" he asks. I shrug.

"I don't really care to be honest. But you shouldn't make Scott and T stay here, it's Christmas." I tell him.

"Oh so now you have empathy?" he says with a sarcastic tone.

"Who knows, maybe I just want to be alone with you." I tease. His (non-existent) brow raises and I laugh, causing him to roll his eyes.

"I'll send them home." he says before getting up and leaving the room.

He comes back in a few minutes later and sits down on the bed beside me. We just sit there in silence for a minute. "You know you're mine, doll." he says as he picks up a piece of my hair and starts twirling it around his finger. I lazily turn my head to him.

"Oh really? First I'm hearing of this." I say sarcastically.

"Mmm. So, that begs the question: what do you want to do?" he says.

"How so?" I ask for clarification.

"I mean, the house, business, all of it. What do you want?" he says, looking at me. I turn my head as I think for a minute before turning back to him.

"I think everything is going well right now, actually. I don't see the need for any change." I say. His demeanor becomes a little deeper and more serious, causing him to remove his hand from my hair.

"You don't want to see me more often?" he asks. I furrow my eyebrows.

"Ohh, no of course I want to see you more often. And now that that stupid moron is gone, we can finally do more business, you can come over whenever you want-" I start.

"You don't want to live in the mansion?" he asks with a small hint of upset.

"You want me to?" I ask him in confusion.

"I mean, you're mine...." he says. Oh.

"Like, you're girlfriend?" I say. He thinks for a minute.

"Yes?" he says.

"You don't sound too confident in that answer." I chuckle softly.

"Because that word just sounds weird. I don't know exactly what it is, but you're special to me, doll. You're above anyone else to me." he says. I feel the exact same way about him, but I don't say anything, I just sit there and keep gazing at his eyes. "I want you to not only be my second-in-command, but I want you to be who I say unnecessarily cheesy things to." he says. I start laughing and lightly smack his arm before turning my head back to him.

"You missed me in the house, didn't you?" I ask him. He doesn't respond, he just moves his eyes away and starts whistling, causing me to start laughing again. I take in a deep breath before speaking. "Okay. I'll be your muse. Your squeeze. But, you are not tattooing me." I say. His eyes go from excited and adoring to wide.

"Say what?!" he says.

"You heard me. I am not letting you put some crazy shit on my skin. Not now, at least." I tell him. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"Such high standards, really." he says sarcastically. I chuckle before speaking again.

"Oh, and we keep this house. Make it a safe house or whatever. I like it too much to just throw it out." I say.

"Oh sentimental, are we?" he asks.

"More like 'I enjoy my throwing knife targets outside and the swimming pool and hot tub'." I say.

"Fair point." he says. I turn my head back so I'm facing the ceiling. "You know, if you want anything like that added to the house, it's done." he says. I keep facing the ceiling.

"I know." I say calmly. There were no words left to be spoken at that time; it was calm, blissful. Something neither of us have had in a long time. It was... enjoyable. We just laid there and stared at the ceiling and at one point, J got up and took a shower before coming back and resuming his position. After awhile, I got hungry and went to the kitchen and made us something basic for dinner and when we finished, we went to sleep.

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A few days had passed. Tonight was New Years' Eve and I had managed to convince J to give half of his henchmen the night off, including Scott and T. We were at my house, packing up boxes of my clothes and discussing the plan for the Maroni party tomorrow evening while enjoying a bottle or two of champagne.

We had almost all of my closet with the exception of a few basic items packed in boxes that henchmen would come and move back to J's house the day after New Years. Since we were keeping the house, we kept the decorations and furniture in it, meaning our packing job didn't take too long (even with my extensive magenta wardrobe).

We collapsed down on the couch and cheers'ed our glasses to being done packing up. I had slid my hair back and was wearing a hoodie and some shorts. J was wearing his chains (as per usual) and a white muscle tee with sweatpants. I let out a sigh of relief before tilting my head onto the couch and just looking at him. He just stared back at me before coping me and tilting his head onto the couch, making me laugh. "So, a burlesque getup for tomorrow?" he asks. I nod slowly. He didn't like the idea of me giving a whole burlesque performance to Maroni's men, but men were simple minded and simple was good. "I like my idea better, dollface, I must say." he protests.

"How about we don't use your idea and stick with mine babes?" I mock. "Okay, so I have another idea, I will knockout whoever the actual card dealer is and go into the private game as the dealer. I will entice them with my stunning looks and burlesque dance when they get tired of playing long enough for you to take out the team who went and captured the Bat and then when you signal me, I'll take them out and we take the Bat. I have earpieces for us to use. We can use code talk." I explain. He grins widely at my words.

"Doll, your brain is just beautiful. So, where do I stand in this occasion? They don't know your face but mine, well, I'm kind of famous doll." he says cockily.

"Yes they will bow down and kiss your feet when they see you." I say sarcastically. I roll my eyes before speaking again. "My dad has been to Maroni's turf before. If I ask him to scout what his backdoor guards where, we ice one and you stand guard for when they bring in the Bat." I suggest.

"And as for the ear pieces, will I be able to hear everything happening on your end?" he asks.

"You should be able to." I say.

"Good, I can make sure nobody touches my doll." he says smugly.

"Mhm." I say as I finish my drink off, setting the glass down on the coffee table. We sat for another thirty minutes making up code words and smoothing out the details before I decided I was tired and was ready for bed. I stood up from the couch and moved my glass from the coffee table to the sink.

I waltzed into the bedroom and peeled off the hoodie so I was just in shorts and a t-shirt and crawled under the covers, closing my eyes. A few minutes later, I heard the door creak open followed by the soft clinking of chains, before feeling cold air on my neck from the blanket being shifted. I paid no mind to it and just remained laying on my side. Of course J slept in my bed. We had seen each other in some... compromising, situations; sharing a bed was not beyond us. But this time, after I heard a couple soft sighs and yawns from him, I felt the coldness of his chain and the stiffness of his chest muscles pressed against my beck before feeling an arm wrap tightly around my waist and soft breaths in my hair. Oh? This was new. J and I had shared a bed before but we usually stayed on our respective sides of the bed. Neither of us were really cuddlers. The closest we had ever gotten while sleeping is laying on our sides, facing each other. But other than that, our hands stayed to ourselves. His hold on me was tight. It was new and unexpected, but not uncomfortable. I just closed my eyes and went back to drifting off to sleep.