Her mind was all over the place. (Y/n) doing her best to not make too much noise as she felt his greedy lips, tongue, teeth and hands against her skin. Arthur hungrily searching her body. Pulling at her clothes and the buttons. Doing everything that he could to familiarise himself with every dip and curve of her body. She couldn't remember the last time that she had felt like this. The last time that she had been touched like this. She was sure that between her father and brothers, they had managed to scare off any and every man that had ever looked her way. And then, with her work, all her long hours in the office had not really allowed her to have much of a social life. So, this, the touch of a man's hand. The touch of Arthur's hands was doing things to her that she hadn't felt in perhaps ever. (Y/n) not sure which one of them needed this the most.

Alright, this wasn't a place that she could ever have imagined doing this. It wouldn't even be the last place that she could imagine doing something like this. She was led with her back on a cold table, in a room that was in the middle of an asylum. With guards and orderlies wandering the corridors. Yet her legs were wrapped tightly, around the waist of a man that was accused of killing six people. And she was doing her best to not moan too loudly, as he fumbled to push down his pants, at the same time as moving the soft material of her underwear to one side. Arthur using his fingers to gently caress her. (Y/n) sure that she could taste the blood from her lip as she bit it harshly to stop herself from loudly begging him to do more.

"Are you sure you want this..............?" The clown asked quietly, as he leant over to whisper in her ear. (Y/n) finding herself unable to do anything other than nod. The feel of his naked torso against her bared breasts. Of his hardened member brushing against the inside of her thigh, almost taking her breath away. Her fingers digging into the lithe muscles of his back, as he finally entered her. Her lungs desperately trying to take in air, as he began to move.

God, it felt so good. He felt so good. It was if he had been made just for her. A man that said he was still a virgin, seeming to be able to do things that she was sure that more experienced men, would struggle to do. To find places in her, that she didn't even know existed. His every touch. His every kiss, soft and caring. Every word that he was saying, filled with all manner of emotions. With need and desire. (Y/n) taking his face in her hands and looking straight into his eyes, as she could feel herself come undone. Her lips crashing into his, as her body succumbed to him.

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He couldn't help himself. The kiss, the kiss this time was not enough. Not after all his fantasies. Not after all his dreams. This time he needed more. He needed to make every wonderful vision, real. The clown pushing her backwards until she fell onto the table. His hands pushing up her skirt and holding her legs up as she wrapped them around him. The soft sounds leaving her lips, the most wonderful thing that he had ever heard.

Now he was like a starving man, and she was the sweetest of fruit. Joker greedily tasting her. His lips, tongue, teeth, savouring the taste of every part of her flesh. His hands brushing up and down her body. His fingers exploring her every dip and glorious curve. Finding himself desperately pulling at the material of her blouse. Pulling at the buttons and pulling her bra away from her breasts. Sure, that he had never seen anything as beautiful as the woman that was looking up at him. That was tangling her fingers into his hair.

He couldn't remember ever having felt like this before. It was one thing pleasuring himself. But it was nothing compared to having a real woman with him. The feel of her trembling beneath him. The smell of her perfume surrounding him. The sound of her, more wonderful than he could ever really have thought.

Arthur could only have hoped for this. Only ever have fantasied about being this close to a woman. Fantasied about watching as her breasts heaved. As her skin flushed. As she helped pull his Arkham issue shirt over his head. Her nails racking down his chest. The clown sure that he had never needed anything as much in his life.

Admittedly, this wasn't the kind of place that he wanted his first experience. And he knew that it wasn't good enough for the beauty that was desperately trying to quiet her own moans. That was holding to him as he pushed his pants down. That was biting her lips so forcibly as he pulled her silken underwear to one side and gently caressed her, that he could see the blood on her mouth.

In a perfect world, they would be on a huge bed surrounded by the softest linen. The air would be filled with beautiful music and the odour of flowers. He would be able to carefully push her down onto the mattress and slowly remove her clothing. Always telling her how perfect she was, before moving over her. But as this was not a perfect world, here they were. Yet, as he pushed himself against her, it was obvious that neither of them needed any of that. They just needed one another. That they both knew that this was the only chance they might get to do this. Though he hoped not.

"Are you sure you want this..............?" He asked quietly, as he leant over to whisper into her ear. The clown smiling, as (Y/n) nodded. His heart pounding like a jackhammer, as he felt her bared breasts against his naked torso. As he brushed himself against the inside of her thigh. The sensation almost taking his breath away. Her fingers digging into the lithe muscles of his back, as he finally pushed himself inside her. His lungs desperately gasping for air, as he began to slowly move.

God, it felt so good. She felt so good. Better than anything he could have ever hoped to feel. Joker sure that she had been made just for him. That she knew his body better than he did. Knew of places, that he himself didn't even know existed. Her every touch. Her every kiss, soft and caring. Every word that she was able to say, filled with all manner of emotions. With the same need and desire that he was feeling for her. The clown smiling, as she took his face in her hands and looking straight into his eyes before her lips crashed into his.