Yandere!Joker kidnapping you and keeping you locked away in his hideout. Of course, you're terrified. Trembling in fear, flinching at the slightest of movements - and worst of all, not letting J hug you or have you snuggle with him.
Well, that simply won't do, now will it?
"I'm sorry, darling, but I'm afraid you've forced my hand," He shook his head, pouting as he plucked the trick flower from his suit pocket.
Your eyes went wide the moment you saw it. Stumbling back, you turned to run - only to be captured in the harsh grip of two of Joker's men. They spun you around to face the Clown Prince of Crime even as thrashed in their grip.
"I can see you're very overwhelmed. And I'm so sorry for not taking your feelings into account! All this running around, hiding from the cops and Bats. Your nerves must be shot! So... How about we do something to take care of that, hmm? This'll make you see the funny side of things..."
You screamed so hard and loud your throat burnedas tried in vain to fight back, uding up all yoyr strength, begging for mercy and for Joker to stop- but it was too late.
With a squeeze of the flower, gaseous toxin flooded through the air, flooding into your nostrils and down your throat as you inhaled to scream.
You were dead. You were dead. This was it. You were going to die as a madman cackled above you, watching as you writhed in pain and laughed through a painfully wide grin.
You waited, eyes squeezed shut and tears streaming down your face as you waited for the agony, for the laughter, for death.
You opened your eyes, exhaling with a sigh as a wave of calmness washed over you. Your whole body felt light yet heavy. Everything felt so slow.
You hadn't even realized that you'd been released from the men's grip until Joker pulled you into his arms, nuzzling you. And for some reason, you didn't feel the urge to fight back. You just wanted to relax. Maybe sit down. And The Joker was so warm, so maybe being close with him like this wasn't so bad.
A giggle escaped you as you hugged him back.
"I'm sorry I had to scare you like that, dear, but you should know I'd never expose you to my toxin," The Clown purred. "Just good, ol' nitrous oxide."
Oh. Laughing gas. It was just laughing gas. Haha. That's funny.
As Joker maneuvered you over to a nearby couch for you to sit, Joker sunk onto the seat beside you, pulling you close to him.
"Well, nitrous oxide and a few other things," Joker mentioned with a grin. He pressed a kiss to your cheek. "But, you don't need to worry about that."