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It was an exquisite moment in time. The whole thing, every movement, every sound, every smell, something that had already imprinted themselves in (Y/n)'s mind. In her heart. As if they had been etched there like the words on some timeless wonder, and would be there until the end of days.

Despite how he came across as the Joker, the man that currently had her caged in his arms, was no killer clown. Was not the man that had stabbed a co-worker in the neck and eye, before smashing his head into a wall multiple times. Was not the man that suffocated the woman that he had thought for all his life, was his mother. And was not the man that had shot Murray Franklin, live on TV. No, this was the poor man that had suffered at the hands of all those people. That had been beaten and berated by the three men on the train. The men that had been overlooked, ignored and treated as if he were nothing for the whole of his life. And she couldn't be happier.

This part of him, the part that was still Arthur, was sweet and gentle and looking at her with such love that she could feel the breath leave her lungs every time that his emerald like orbs looked into hers. With each movement of his hips, she wanted more. Her back arching as he touched the most sensitive parts inside her. His lips finding the flesh of her throat, as he did all he could to muffle his own pleasured groans and grunts. Beads of sweat dripping from his forehead and pooling on her skin. Her fingers brushing his damp hair away from his face, as he moved his head to look at her.

She was finding it hard to believe that one person could hold so many emotions, so many feelings behind their eyes. Yet there they were, fear, nervousness, confusion, disbelief, but also lust, happiness and love. In a way, it was a little scary, but in another, it made her strangely feel amazing, knowing that it was she was the cause of them. Even the bad ones. (Y/n) determined to show him that was no need to have those negative thoughts when he was around her. That she would do all she could to let him know that there would be no need for him to have those feelings again.

Suddenly she felt it. That feeling that came from deep inside of you when you shared yourself with another. It had been so long since she had felt it due to the touch of a man, that sometimes she feared that she would never know the pleasure again. It was one thing causing it herself, but for her at least, it could never compete with the euphoria that she felt when having a man inside her; and for that man to be Arthur, the man that for some reason she had already come to care for so much, made it even better. His now sloppy thrusts, telling her that he was close too.

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He still couldn't believe this. Perhaps the medications that the doctors were trying to force down his throat, were the cause of this. Perhaps they were creating this glorious illusion. The clown finding himself fearing that at any moment, he would not be making love to the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, but just sat across from her, as she outlined how his case was going. But as (Y/n) let out a soft moan, her fingers digging into the lithe muscles of his arms, her body tightening around him, he realised that this, this wonderful moment, was about as real as it could get.

(Y/n) was perfect in every way. Her every movement beneath him; every sound that spilled from her lips, and the smell that filled the air of the small room, were something that he knew he would remember until he breathed his last. Eternally playing out in his heart and mind until the end of days.

Despite how he came across as the Joker, the clown knew that the man that currently had her caged in his arms, was not the one that donned the face paint and the green hair. It wasn't the man that had stabbed Randall in the neck and eye with a pair of scissors, before smashing his head into the wall of his shitty apartment. It wasn't the man that suffocated Penny Fleck in her hospital bed. Nor the man that had shot Murray Franklin, live on TV. No, even though Joker hated it, the one that was making love to this amazing woman, was the poor man that had suffered so much at the hands of all those people. That had been beaten and abused by the three men on the train. The man that had been overlooked, ignored and treated like a doormat for the whole of his life. And he couldn't be happier.

He couldn't help but let Arthur come though, to surprisingly take control. He wanted this to be sweet and gentle, to let the love that he felt for her, come through. To show her with every movement and every look, that she, this meant so much to him. Joker letting out a moan, as (Y/n) arched her back, the action causing him to push deeper into her. The feeling inside of him growing, as his lips found the soft skin of her throat; his teeth sinking into her flesh as he did all he could to muffle his own pleasured groans and grunts. Droplets of sweat from his brow dripping down and pooling on her skin. Her fingers brushing his damp, dark hair away from his face, as he moved his head to look at her.

A little of him couldn't believe that one person could cause so many emotions, so many feelings to grow inside him. Yet there they were, fear, nervousness, confusion, disbelief, but also lust, happiness and love. In a way, it was a little scary, but in another, it made him feel amazing, it made him feel human; made him feel real. And it was even better knowing that it was (Y/n) that was the cause of them. Even the bad ones. Joker having a feeling that from this moment, he would never have those feelings, those awful doubts in himself again.

Suddenly he felt it. That feeling that came from deep inside of him when he knew that he was about to come undone. Admittedly, he had felt it numerous times before when he had pleasured himself; but he had never thought he would know what it was to feel it due to another person, Joker sure that nothing could ever compete with the euphoria that he felt from being inside of this wonderful woman; and to know that he had already come to care for her so much, made it even better. His now sloppy thrusts, telling him that he was close.

"(Y/n)........I................"

"I know........me too.............please don't stop." (Y/n) managed to reply. The two gripping onto one another, as the world around them was filled with the most glorious of moans. Nothing and no one else existing, as they both came together.