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Your Frost’s Girl...

Yeah, sorry. I know I promised a certain Kitten that I’d make a Pt. 2 to “You’re His Weakness...”, but I've had this in mind for sooo long. And yes, a part 2 will be out by tomorrow at most hopefully. Enjoy this, and you’re always free to just *Boop* that like and follow button. “Ta-ta!”

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As soon as the door went agape and you saw Joker in the hands of Frost and another henchman; you run to them. Cupping his face in your hands, you observe his busted and place a kiss on it, as well as comb through his roughened hair. But he pushes you out the way as Joker's grunts become louder.

You bite your lip as you watch them carefully walk the Joker's frail body up the spiral staircase. You had been worried sick and waited 8 hours to be promised arrival long before. One of his goons led you to the guest room in which you stayed in at these urgent times.

You sat with your arms to your chest on the satin cloaked bed and waited for the operation to be through. You were happy, nonetheless, knowing your Frosty was OK. The hours were tempting, as you paced back and forth from within the room.

Hours passed and you hadn't known you had fallen asleep as Frost attempted to slip into bed and in your grasps, without waking you. Mission failed and you opened your eyes, having them water fro missing his touch so much. He laid bare face on your chest and let out a sigh of relief, and comfort; of both, he hadn't felt in a while.

You closed your eyes, inhaling, and massaging his aching scalp; relieving a bit of bottled up stress. He missed your touch too. More, actually. He let out a painful groan, trickling his hands down the side of your stomach. "What's wrong, Baby?". You coped softly, your sleepy voice as sweet as ever.

"Nothing...".

A smile curls on your lips as dry blood stained his. Sweat draped on his forehead and his shirtless torso sends heat. You were cradled in his arms like a sleeping baby while you fell back asleep.