-From your POV-

I was really riled up from that fight with Joker. My eyes were still wide and my heart wast still pounding from adrenaline but I desperately needed a shower. When I got into my room, I stepped into the shower and the cold water hitting my skin felt so good. Joker had gotten me a few times in the stomach and one small scrape on my cheek bone, but otherwise, he had it much worse than I did. After I finish washing my hair and freeing my skin of the combination of my sweat, Joker's sweat, and blood, I turned the faucet off and stepped out. I pulled out some sweatpants and a hoodie and slid them on after the shower, my hair still wet. I wasn't planning on doing anything for the rest of the day, so what did it matter anyways?

I walked out of my bathroom and jumped when I saw Scott sitting on my bed, just watching and waiting for me.But that's not the kicker: he was shirtless. Don't get me wrong, Scott was hot, but something about him being so oddly attached to me turned me all the way off. In fact, it kind of got on my nerves. I hated when men got attached to me. I haven't even done anything with him yet so as to why he invited himself into my room and is just there is beyond me. "Hey gorgeous." he says to me with a smile. I feel a gross and painful knot form in my stomach. What is it with men and unwanted pet names?

"Why are you in here?" I ask slightly annoyed. The smile on his face quickly fades into a shocked and embarrassed one.

"Well, when you invited me up here earlier I thought you wanted to-" he started off.

"To what? Bang you?" I say with my arms crossed. He opens his mouth a couple times, searching for the right words.

"Uh, I- no... that's-" he stutters out.

"I said I needed help moving my bed, not help rocking it." I say as I roll my eyes and make my way over to the other side of the bed. Scott just stays there frozen, confused as to why I haven't kicked him out yet and why I sat down on the other side. I glanced at the door and it was slightly cracked open. Hmmm. Playtime it is. A fun little idea pops into my mind and I turn my head to Scott. "Lay down." I say in a demanding tone. He turns in my direction, now singing his legs onto the bed.

"What-" he starts. I shift upwards so I'm now balancing myself on my knees.

"You heard me." I say. His emotions start shifting again as he slowly does what I say. He's now laying on his back and I throw my leg over the other side of him so I am now straddling him. His eyes widen and then start to focus on my body. The only thing I had on under my hoodie was a lace bra, so I threw off the hoodie and it dropped to somewhere on the floor. Right away, Scott's eyes started scanning over me. I leaned down to his earlobe and gently bit the lobe of him, causing him to moan.

"Oh my God, you're so beautiful." he moans out. I stop in my tracks and sit back up very annoyed. I scoff and move off of him.

"Get out." I say to him in an annoyed tone. He goes back to being confused as he slowly sits up.

"Was it something I said-" he starts.

"Yes now get out before I make you get out." I say as I sit on my bed, still topless and angry. He quickly scrambles to find his shirt and leaves the room with a bright red face, not closing the door behind him. I sit for a few minutes and realize how bored I am, so I pick my hoodie off the ground and put it on and make my way to the kitchen. I find Joker sitting at one of the counters icing his hands, not paying attention to me. I slowly make my way over to look at what's going on. I notice the stitches he got from when I stabbed his hand were popped open from the fight and bleeding. The flesh around the wound all swollen and irritated. I go to the sink and get a cold wet cloth and then walk around to the other side of the counter and take his hand into mine, wrapping the cold cloth around it. My eyes are focused on the wound but I can feel his cold blue eyes staring at me, watching me take care of his hand. I wrap the cut and then apply pressure with my thumb, gaining a groan of pain from Joker. "Well don't make it so awkward." I say to cut the silence. He starts laughing and smiling.

"Oh don't mind me, I was enjoying the silence after hearing you blue-ball my head henchman." he says sharply. I look up at him, our eyes meeting.

"Then why were you listening, you weirdo." I snap back. He starts chuckling again.

"Oh trust me, nobody was purposely listening. Maybe try closing your door all the way next time?" he suggests. He leans in closer so his lips are now a few inches from my ear. "But then again, you left it open on purpose, didn't you doll?" he whispers. He pulls his face back so he can search for a reaction from mine, but he gains none. I just shrug and keep a straight face.

"Why would I do that on purpose?" I say in a flat tone. He starts laughing more, throwing his head back as he does.

"You and I both know why. Sooner or later you're going to give in, you know?" he says in a low and serious tone. I roll my eyes and add more pressure to his cut, making him slightly wince.

"Once again, green hair and forehead tattoos haven't really been my type." I say back. He smiles at me and stares into my eyes for a minute before responding.

"Doll, you don't care all that much for physical looksss...." he starts to purr out as he leans back to my ear. "You just like powerful men, ruthless men. Men who are as feisty as you." he says. His breath makes the hair on my neck stand up. I lean into his ear and begin to whisper.

"You're right, so when you find one like that, send him my way." I say with a huge grin. He pulls back and has a slight glare at me before looking down at his hand.

"The bleeding has stopped, you can leave." he says.

"I know it stopped but it needs to be stitched again." I tell him. He huffs and waves his hand trying to dismiss me.

"Doesn't need stitches." he spits.

"Mm. Wrong. It'll take me ten minutes." I say. He snatches his hand from my grip and holds it as he makes his way to his room. He glares at me even harder.

"It's fine." he says as he walks out of the kitchen. I just laugh and shake my head to myself.

Tonight might just be an adventure.