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Kaylee: WE'REEE BACKKKKK!! Are you excited?!
Jaden: YEAH!
Lis: YEAH!
Joker: Yeah, yeah, I uh.. Guess.
Lis: Well, I am.
Kaylee: Anyways, so I got soo much great feedback on the other story, and I had a blast writing it. So I'm writing another one. It's going to be really really confusing in the beginning, but I promise it'll get better. She's just slowly explaining everything.
Lis: We hope you enjoy it!

DC Comic's owns Joseph Kerr.
I own Jaden Smith.

Title: My Chaotic Liaison
Pairing: Joker/OC
Rating: R- Maybe N-17
Summary: She's been through pain, terror, discomfort, despair, remorse, lust, love and pleasure. But are there some emotions she has yet to discover? Jaden Smith is back for another wild ride as she endures; adventure, sacrifice, courage, passion, danger, and over all how to survive being a teenage girl in a sometimes sadistic relationship with a mass-murderer. Joker/OC Sequel to 'Your Soul Is Anchored'
Warnings: Language, Sex, Heavy Petting, Violence And Murder, Blowing Shizz Up, Insanity.. And.. Well.. It's rated R for a reason.

Chapter One- An Unexpected Reunion.

"JADEN SMITH!" I heard a loud pound emit from right next to me and I snapped my head up and immediately got dizzy. "That is the second time you have fallen asleep in my class this week and I will NOT tolerate it!" sure enough, Mrs. Vikkar was hovering over me with a large textbook in her hand; obviously her weapon of choice to wake me up.

A few giggles from all the stupid immature kids in the room, "Yeah, Yeah.." I muttered, still half asleep.

"One more time and I will have you down in the principals office like that!" she snapped her finger in front of my face and walked away. I scoffed inwardly. I looked up and decided that I should probably get something done today. I opened my 3 ring binder and almost laughed out loud when I saw my large 'JXJ' in big bold writing on the front of my purple notebook. Oh, damn. That's one thing that always makes me laugh. Knowing that he'll probably never come back for me, let alone remember me.

I pulled out my blank ink pen and began scribbling down what Mrs. Vikkar had wrote on the board. Once finished, I focused my attention back on the old hag. Honestly, she didn't even look like a woman, more like a freaking… she-man. I chuckled and got a snotty look from one of the stupid cheerleaders next to me. Anyways, back onto Mrs. Vikkar, she had light brown hair that looked like a wig in the shape of a ferret or something on top of her head. And beady eye's with little to no color in them, it actually freaked me out a bit.

BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPP

Oh, Jesus. As if I don't already have a bad enough headache. At least I get to go home now. Ugh, not that I want to. I'd rather be in my apartment/condo complex thing in my red-walled room. But nooo. I stood up, shoved my binder in my 'purse' type thing my mom had insisted on buying me to replace my old messenger bag. Damn I miss that thing, and my ipod!

As I was walking out of the building I heard loud footsteps behind me. Then two hands clasped over my eyes and all I saw was black. "Guess who?" came a deep voice next to my ear.

I prevented myself from groaning in annoyance, "Jared," the hands moved and I could see again.

"Hey, Jades. So whatcha' doin' later? Maybe we could catch a movie or dinner or something…" he trailed.

I started walking away. "For the millionth time, Jared. No,"

He obviously didn't take my answer seriously because he was following me in seconds. "Aww…. Come on. I want to. I promise you'll have a good time," he smiled and I almost barfed up my grilled cheese sandwich I had for lunch.

"For the last time. NO," he groaned and started walking away. Yes, Jared, one of the many people at Gotham high that I wanted to punch in the face.

On my way home I started thinking about everything that's happened in my life the past year. Moving to Gotham, getting kidnapped, seeing my ex, falling in love, living life in chaos, being taken back, hospital dates, counseling dates, dinners with people I don't even know. My life has literally been a living hell. I mean, I just don't understand why nothing can go my way.

Pretty soon I was walking up my little stone path in m yard and pulling out my key's. I shoved the key in the lock and walked in. "Mom, I'm home,"

I heard her shuffle into the living room. "Hey, honey! How was school?"

"Meh. Boring," I stated.

"Well, as boring as it may be. You still have to go," she smiled and I sat down to take off my shoes. She walked to the doorway of the room and looked at me. "It's still good to have you home, Jaden." I scoffed. That's all I have heard for the past weeks. 'we missed you Jaden' or 'it's good you're home' or something along those lines. EVERY SECOND.

Once my shoes were off I picked up the stupid purse thing and started my way up the stairs. I ducked under my newly-applied caution tape and shut my door. I walked over to my bed and hung the bag on the bed post. I laid down and let out an aggravated sigh. Then I turned and something caught my eye.

A card--I think it was-- was lying on the corner of my dresser. I stood up and walked over to it. The back was a blank red and I picked it up. My insides lurched as I recognized the oh-so- familiar figure on it. It was a Joker card. And on it, it had several small words printed:

Three o'clock tonight sharp.

Surprise Surprise.

- J

I almost leapt for joy. So he did remember me after all! I grinned widely and for some odd reason pulled the card up to my nose. Sure enough, it smelt like gas and gun powder. The strong aroma almost made me collapse. I walked over to my bed and laid back down, holding the card to my face; I fell asleep.

We all stumbled into the apartment/condo complex building thing, exhausted from the nights events. Well, Justin and I at least. The Joker was all but bouncing off the walls. "Ohh, goody that was fun fun fun!" he clapped his hands together and jumped onto the couch. Okay, bouncing off the walls metaphor? Out of the picture.

I yawned and stumbled my way down the hall. "I don't know about you. But I'm going to bed,"

I walked into the red-walled room and crashed onto the mattress. I was asleep in a matter of seconds.

I don't know how much longer later I heard the bedroom door shut and opened my eyes a bit. Sure enough, the Joker was shrugging out of his trench coat. He threw it against the wall and stepped over to the bed. He looked down at me and Tsked. I then, realized I was in his spot. But I didn't want to move so I pretended I was still asleep. He hopped onto the other side and curled his body against mine. I smiled on the inside.

I felt his head on the side of my cheek and just as I was suspected he was going to kiss it; his long serpent tongue darted out and licked from my jaw line to the bottom of my ear. "SICK!" I shrieked, ripping my arm up to wipe off the slime.

I heard him giggle behind me. "I knew you weren't asleep," he snuck his arms around my waist and we laid there for a second until I finally fell back asleep.

I slowly opened my eye's and the first thing I saw was my alarm clock. 2:57AM I sat up and looked around the room. Nope, no sign of him. Maybe it was just a trick. Or a trap that my dad or someone set to see if I'd go with him again. I mean, not that I wouldn't. But still.

I stood up all the way and walked over to my dresser, I opened my top drawer when I felt myself being lunged back. Next thing I knew I was up against the wall, a complete set of lips against my own. I opened my eye's to see whom they belonged to and smiled inside the kiss. I just knew he'd come back.

He pulled back and we were both breathing hard. "Hey," he ducked back down and kissed me softly, "There," kiss, "gorgeous," kiss, "did ja'" kiss, "miss," kiss "me?"

"Like you wouldn't fuckin' believe," I growled and pushed him. He stumbled backwards and I kissed him as I pulled off the long trench coat. We landed on my bed. I opened my mouth and his tongue didn't hesitate to conquer my own in a slimy battle of longing.

Once our little, what you could call 'escapade', was over I ended up laying on his chest. We were both breathing heavy when I finally thought of something to say. "What took you so long to remember me?"

He scoffed. "I didn't forget you, gorgeous. I mean, no no no no. How could I uh.. forget this?" he patted my head.

"Then why did it take you so long?" I argued.

"It takes a lot, ya know. To uh.. Get everything prepared for another kidnapping,"

I cocked an eyebrow and looked up at him. "That had to be the most bullshit I've ever heard,"

He giggled. "Forgot who I was talkin' to," he chuckled. "No, I've been uh… what you could call.. Uh… procrastinating," I cocked an eyebrow again. "I didn't know if you would want to uh.." he cleared his throat, "Come back"

I chuckled, "Are you serious?! I'd definitely rather be out there with you then in this shit hole. I mean, honestly. I have dinners with people I don't even know that want to talk to me about my 'horrible experience'. And what the hell am I supposed to say? 'Um, I fell in love with him. And I hated it. I hope it never happens again.' no! because I wont lie about that. I didn't hate it. I loved it. And I want it to happen over and over again."

I was staring at his feet, my head still in the same spot. I saw a purple-gloved hand come into my view and tilted my head up to meet his gaze. "Are you uh…sure?"

"Positive."

He pulled me off of him and I ended up on the bed with my head actually on the pillows. He crawled up me and stopped at my neck. I felt him lick his way into the crease and open his mouth all the way to form his teeth around the soft skin. He bit down and I had to stop myself from yelping. He bit my neck about five times before he came back to my mouth and kissed me hard. I felt his hand travel up my shirt and I knew exactly what he was doing. He wanted to see how his 'work of art' was doing.

He pulled away from my mouth and sat up so he was sitting on my thighs. He started pulling my shirt up. Once it was to my neck he stared at my chest. Thankful I still had a bra on, I pulled my shirt over my head completely. The wicked wound had healed, and when the doctor looked at it he said it was beyond repair. That I would just have one hell of a scar. Not that I minded; It's a big part of me now.

The Joker took his right index finger and traced along it from the bottom of the right side all the way to my left collarbone. "The doctor said it was beyond repair," he averted his eye's from my chest to my eye's and smiled weakly; his scars pulling up on both sides. He leaned down and kissed the crease right under my jaw line. He bit me one more time before falling over beside me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I really missed you," I stated.

"Hmm…. Me too. But shush shush shush shush shush. Sleep now,"

I guess I have a lot more then what you could call a 'bit' to tell you, huh?

Kaylee: Okay, you're probably all going 'oh my god, what the hell happened? I'm so confused!' don't worry, you're supposed to be. Like I said, she's slowly explaining everything that's happened, and technically it's going to be in flashbacks and dreams and such, but still. I mean, I wanted to try something new and different.
Lis: Hence the whole, 'nice Joker' there Kaylee?
Kaylee: Yeah, like.. I'm still going with he is the same to everyone else but her. And in the time from when they, ahem, ya know, to when she 'magically' (not telling how), got back home their relationship got stronger. That's why their so… lovey.
Jaden: but hey, you tried to do a 'Jokerish' move by having him examine my scar.
Kaylee: True.
Joker: Yeah.
Kaylee: But anyways, I really hope you like the beginning!
Lis: One more question to your reviewers. What do you think of when you hear 'My Chaotic Liaison'?
Kaylee: It means two different things. But say what you think first.
Lis: PLEASE REVIEW!