Warning: Blood play.

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As Joker slept, he saw images of a life that wasn't his. He saw her face, the face of the creature, but it wasn't pale; it was full of colour, full of life; a pink hue on her cheeks and a pair of beautiful green eyes. She was smiling, a beautiful sweet smile that made his heart lift; he could feel her wonderful warm nature, and an inherent kindness towards others.

Joker could tell it was long ago from the clothes she wore, and he watched in horror as the images showed her bitten by a creature that came from the dark; her body going limp as all the colour was drained from her.

He woke up with a start, his heart beating violently in his chest, his sweat soaked hair sticking to his forehead. It was true that she hadn't always been a dark creature, she had been sweet and shy, rather like Arthur was, and Joker finally knew why she was letting him live, it was because of Arthur. The two had been the same before they had changed into their own new beings, both of their new personas being forced on them; his by an uncaring society, and hers by a monster from the night.

Suddenly the commotion from outside his room caught his attention, the shouts of the guards echoed down the long empty hallways, as their big heavy boots pounded along the floor.

Joker sprang from his bed and rushed over to the door, trying to see through the small window at what was going on.

"HEY! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?" He yelled out as he banged on his door, trying to get the attention of one of the guards that rushed past.

"HEY ASSHOLES, I'M TALKING TO YOU!" He yelled out again as he heard the commotion seemed to be focused around rooms at the end of the hall.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CLOWN! WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO THAN WORRY ABOUT YOU." One of the guards growled at him, banging a baton on his door.

"NOW SIT YOUR ASS DOWN AND WAIT UNTIL SOMEONE COMES TO GET YOU." The guard told him, as he rushed off to join the others.

"Hey, Joker!" A voice called out from another room across the hall. Joker stared out, seeing the face of one of the other inmates.

"Gibbs and Mackenzie are dead; I heard the guards talkin earlier; they found them at unlock. I saw them bring up Doc Henderson, he said something like they had no blood left." The other inmate told him, a broad smile coming to Joker's face as he realised that he was the only one that knew what had happened.

She was right when she said that there was more than one wicked soul in Arkham, the death of Gibbs and Mackenzie would not cause anyone any pain, in fact, she had probably done society a favour.

Joker sat back on his bed, his fingers brushing over his neck finding the two small indentations that her teeth had left from the night before. He couldn't help but wish that she was still there, that she could somehow stay with him in his confinement; but he knew sooner or later that he would be out of this hellhole and back on the streets, with Gotham at his feet once again. Until then he would just have to hope that she would come back.

He needed to taste her again, needed to feel her power surge through his veins, feel her body wrapped around his. Her blood was like a drug, with the most unimaginable high ever, and he needed his next fix, desperately.

Suddenly Joker was alerted by a loud bang to the door of his room, thinking it was one of the guards coming to release him, he rushed over, hoping to catch a glimpse of the aftermath of her visit; but as he looked out the small window, he saw nothing but an empty corridor.

"MOTHERFUCKERS!" Joker shouted out, believing that one of the guards had rushed past his room and knocked on the door just to annoy him.

"Someone sounds like they need to feed." A smooth voice said from behind him, causing him to spin on his heels, his eyes falling on the creature.

He had never seen her in day light, and he was surprised how hauntingly beautiful she really was. Her skin was ghostly pale, her eyes and hair as black as obsidian, her lips as red as the blood she drank; she was elegant, her body clothed in a black suit that fit her like a second skin, and she was every inch the dark creature that he desired.

"What are you doing here? How are you out in sunlight?" Joker asked as he moved closer to her. He could swear that he could smell her blood, and he wanted it.

"Well, I'm here for you. You'll need my blood again, and soon, or you'll get sick. And do you always believe everything that fiction writers tell you? Bram Stoker had some very interesting ideas, but he was nowhere near the real truth. I have very few weaknesses, and those that I do have do not include sunlight or crucifixes." She said with a chuckle, as she bit down on her wrist, causing fresh crimson to trickle down her arm.

"Now, come feed, I can't have you getting sick, can I?" Joker rushed over, falling to his knees as he took her arm, and placed the open wound in his mouth; he moaned hungrily as her blood flowed down his throat, he felt powerful, invincible, and he never wanted it to stop. He felt her fingers comb through his hair, moaning as he drank from her, the pair forgetting where they were, as they became lost in one another.

That same scenario had gone on for weeks, she would know instinctively when he needed her; many nights she would stay, as the two would share not just each other's blood, but their bodies, and every time they did, he would feel stronger, feel more a part of her, feel her more a part of him.

But now that his followers had broken him out of Arkham, and he was running his city again, he hadn't seen her in days, and the thirst was getting worse. He was becoming irresponsible, trying to alleviate the pain of not having her blood by putting himself in danger in increasingly reckless heists; and that was how he found himself in his current predicament.

The bank heist had been a bad idea from the start, unlike his normal robberies that were well planned and worked out down to the last detail, this one was sloppy, ill advised, and ill timed; and now Joker found himself hiding behind a low wall trapped between a building on one side, and what looked like every officer the GCPD had to offer, all armed to the teeth. The followers that had been with him all lay dead in the street, and he was the only one left alive.

"JOKER! THIS IS DETECTIVE JOHNSON. COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" The detective called out through the megaphone, his voice resonating around the cordoned off street.

"OH PLEASE! YOU REALLY THINK I'M GONNA MAKE IT THAT EASY FOR YOU? YA GONNA HAVE TO TRY BETTER THAN THAT!" Joker called out, pulling a cigarette from his pocket, and lighting it.

As the wisps of smoke flew up into the cool night air, he decided that if he was going out, then he was going to do it in style.

Finishing his cigarette, he took a deep breath, the freezing air biting at his lungs as he stood from his hiding place; throwing his arms open, he paused before the mass of weapons. Without warning, a single shot rang out, then another, and another, as his body fell to the floor Joker could hear the detective scream at the officers telling them to hold their fire. As he lay there, he noticed the night get darker as a series of screams and shots rang out from the ranks of the massed police, he tried to raise his head to see what was happening, but he was losing the battle for life, and whatever it was, couldn't do any more damage than had already been caused. He heard what sounded like a wild roar, and then smelt the familiar scent of blood in the air, not just his own, but that of many others; it was then he knew she was there, he no longer cared where she had been, all he knew was she was there.

As his eyes began to close, he felt a cold hand caress his cheek, forcing him focus on the figure that seemed to be next to him; there she was, her alabaster skin covered in blood, her eyes burning in anger, and all he could do was smile as he felt himself swept up in her arms.

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Joker's eyes fluttered open, he didn't know where he was, or how he had even got there, but wherever he was, it was better than the cold, rain soaked street that had been on when his eyes had closed.

He moved slowly, his hands roaming his body looking for the holes from the bullets that had riddled it, but to his surprise he found nothing. There were no holes, no pain; in fact, he felt healthier and stronger than he had ever felt before. Sitting up, he found himself in a large bed, in a darkened room, the moonlight streaming through at large window, next to an elaborate fireplace.

"Well, look who's finally re-joined the land of the living." A smooth voice called out from behind him.

As he turned, he saw her all too familiar smiling face, and he couldn't help but return the gesture.

"How do you feel? You must be hungry; newborns are always at their hungriest when they first wake up. Here, drink this." She handed him a large goblet filled with a red liquid, sitting next to him, and helping him bring it to his lips, she watched happily as he devoured it greedily.

"How am I still alive?" Joker asked, taking her hands in his and squeezing them tight.

"Well, you aren't alive in the strictest sense, but at least you aren't six foot under." She told him, wiping the left over blood from his lips.

Joker mussed for a moment, before his eyes grew wide with the realisation of what she meant.

"Y-y-you mean I'm......... I'm like you?" He asked, looking into her sorry eyes.

"I had no choice; you must believe that. You were dying, and I couldn't lose my mate; I had to turn you." She told him, rising to move from his side, but being pulled back so that she fell down, landing in his arms in the bed.

"Mate, hmmmmmm?" Joker asked, as he softly stroked her neck.

"Why do you think I let you live so long? It wasn't just down to your sparkling personality you know." She told him, smirking as Joker drew closer to her lips.

"Together we will create a new Gotham; in the dark we will rule the city together." Joker told her, as he took the first kiss of his new life.

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