He didn't notice how cold really he was until she leaned on him and was so warm. His body turned with hers, eyes looking at the well-behaved hyenas who looked up to him as if awaiting orders and commands that he wasn't going to give them verbally.

The Joker nodded and moved with her to stay connected to the warm body. Their bedroom was large and while it had a fireplace, it wasn't easy to heat. It was more often than not their bodies and what they did together that warmed that bed.

"Four days." He muttered before snarling, mad that he hadn't slept in so long, but the anger didn't last and quickly faded. "Do you...remember... all of the things I told you- in Arkham?" When she was his psychiatrist before his lover.