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Do your worst Joker x Reader

Y/N went to the bar at J’s club, hoping it wouldn’t be packed since she really didn’t have anywhere to go. Normally she stuck with J, she wasn’t used to this life so she kept to herself, too shy to dance or play J’s little game of making him jealous. The only reason she wasn’t nervous about going to his clubs anymore was because she thought she’d be by his side. Apparently not tonight.

“Y/N, honey, why don’t you go dance? Let daddy have a little privacy.” Y/N froze, her mouth opening to tell him that was a bad idea but he kept his eyes on his business associate.

“O-ok.” She got off of his lap, hesitantly walking away. Taking a seat at the bar, she silently fumed at how J disregarded her anxiety. He knew, the asshole, he knew how bad it could get. Since she didn’t drink, she ordered what J usually drinks. After taking a sip, her face scrunches up and she resisted the urge to spit it out. Sometimes she wondered why she was with him, this life of crime wasn’t for her and she wondered why J hasn’t realized that yet. Y/N glanced over to where J was, doing a double take when she saw his business partner’s girlfriend sitting on his lap and whispering things in his ear. Her heart constricted and her breathing stopped. She kept staring and hoped to see him push the girl off of him, only to see his arm wrap around the girl’s waist. His eyes found hers and he gave her a little smirk before her head whipped around. She grabbed her glass and tried to down half of it before she started coughing and sputtering. The crowd quieted a bit as J laughed, causing her face to burn bright red. She heard him whistle for her but instead of going to him, she stormed out of the club. She didn’t care that she was leaning on his car and possibly scratching it. Frost came out of the club and walked toward her.

“Miss, the boss wants to see you.” Y/N’s glare made it’s way to his face. She saw him blink, the only indication showing he was shocked. Normally she wouldn’t look the henchmen in the eye, settling her gaze on their shoulders or feet instead. She was a bit intimidated and she didn’t even reach his shoulders, but tonight she was pissed.

“I want to go home.”

“But Miss-”

“Tell him I want to go home.” Frost sighed, it would do no good to get her worked up more than she already is. He’s seen her cry out of frustration. Soon J comes strutting out of the club, looking at her like she’s bothering him.

“Doll, I called for you.” He spreads his arms as if to say “Well?

“Take me home.” He raises his brow.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty?”

“Now. Or I’ll file kidnapping charges.” She opened the passenger’s seat and got in. He growls and goes to the driver side. As soon as he’s in, his hand finds her thigh. His thumb goes in an up and down motion, trying to soothe her. He starts thinking he went too far, even if he did mean to get a rise out of her. She doesn’t attempt to move his hand, she’s more focused on staring out the window and trying to keep the tears from overflowing. He tries to make conversation a couple times but she ignores him, causing his hand to tighten on her thigh. She still didn’t say anything, even if his grip was starting to hurt. When they pulled into their garage, he placed his hand over hers when she went to take her seatbelt off. She sighed in annoyance, still not looking at him and tried to continue to get the belt off anyway.

“Doll, I don’t want to play this game anymore. C’mon talk to da-” She slammed her door shut before he could finish his sentence. His growl could be heard even outside of the car, but she pushed down the anxious feeling and went upstairs. She grabbed a pillow and blanket, heading towards the couch when J blocked her path.

“Move.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m sleeping on the couch. Move.” He grabbed the items in her hands and put them to the side. Then he grabbed her face and made her look at him.

“No, you’re not. Tell daddy what’s wrong.” His gaze softened when he saw the tears in her eyes. She bit her lip and continued to glare, even though her eyesight was becoming blurry.

“Really? Don’t act like you don’t know. You did that on purpose. What did you think was gonna happen? That I would just run into your arms?”  He put his hands up in mock surrender.

“Did you see her-” He was cut off by a punch in the face. His nose cracked, causing his eyes to tear up from the pressure.

“Now, doll” He sighed and snapped it back into place. When he looked up, he saw her eyes change from anger to worry. “If you would have just let me finish my sentence, I would have said ‘Did you see her get on my lap?’. No one told her to.” Y/N’s eyes instantly changed back to anger, the hint of fear gone.

“You didn’t do anything to stop it-

“But no! You want to go around throwing punches. Don’t be such a hypocrite,you certainly didn’t do anything to stop it either.”

“Screw you, I’m leaving.” She prayed he would just let her go, but before she could walk away he grabbed her arm and yanked her to him.

“Don’t walk away when I’m talking to you. You want to hit me? Hit your daddy? Aw, no no no, we can’t have that.” His grip on her arm didn’t loosen as he started walking her backwards.

“Wait, J” Her voice broke, and she swore she saw something in his eyes flicker before turning back to the angry and playful look he had now.

“So, what to do to a naughty girl, huh? How about a game?” She couldn’t form words, her face turned pale and she looked terrified.

“Go hide, If I find you, I get to punish you” He circled her and pressed his front to her back. His face pressed against her ear.”however I please. If you win, I do nothing.” He shoved her away from him, a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he started counting. Her heart was pounding, anxiety and adrenaline causing her to run as fast as she could. His house was so big she didn’t know where to start. She ran as quietly to the front door. Of course, it was locked. Deciding it would be her best bet to hide upstairs, she walked back into the living room, but didn’t hear him counting. When she went back, he wasn’t there. Her stomach did somersaults as she went as fast as she could up the stairs.  She sees Frost about to leave and runs over to the railing

“Frost!” She whispers and catches his attention. He looks at the door and back to her, probably thinking if he can act like he didn’t hear her and keep walking.

“Frost!” He sighs and looks up.

“I don’t know-”

“Shhhh!” Y/N shushes him as he talks in an audible voice.

“Where’s J?”

“I don’t know-” She shushes him again as he continues to speak normally.

“I need your help.” Frost doesn’t move. She beckons him with frantic waves of her hand.  He refused to help her so she decided to hurry up and find a spot. J would occasionally growl, helping her know where he was. It also succeeded in giving her a heart attack when he was close. Sometimes she thought he knew exactly where she was and he was just playing with her.

…….

J stopped growling, so now she had no idea where he was. Her hiding spots changed constantly depending on what room J had gone in. Now she was running down a hallway and right when she turned a corner she ran right into J. She instinctively screamed and tried to run the other way.

“Darling!” He grabbed her and shoved her to the ground, preventing her escape. She landed on her tailbone and groaned.

“You did better than I thought you would, be thankful you didn’t end up with a broken nose.” She gritted her teeth, forcing the tears back as she glared up at him.

“Aw, baby, you don’t get to cry. You hit daddy first-” Y/N growled as she grabbed his legs and tried to yank them out from under him. It didn’t work, so she tried again. He still didn’t budge.  His expression darkened.

“Anything else?” She looks up at him with a confused look on her face.

“Are you going to do anything else? Are you going to keep trying to upset daddy?”

She got up and stomped to her room. J teasing her the whole way.

“Aw, we’re pouting now!” She slammed the door to her room.

That night he only came in the room to get his pillow. He peaked open the door and only saw the silhouette of the person in the bed. She stirred when he sat on the edge.

“How’s your back?”

“Go away.” Anger was rising in him until he noticed her tear stained cheeks. That, and her voice was hoarse.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He gave her a kiss on the forehead before leaving with a pillow.

He took his place on the couch and draped an arm over his face, realizing how his dumbass went too far. He dreaded the long sleepless hours that would lead him to realizing he could lose her.

About three hours later he heard quiet footsteps approaching him. Y/N came and moved his arm-the one not covering his eyes- and stuffed herself into his side, placing his arm around her. He couldn’t hide his smile and gently massaged her lower back.

“You need anything?” He didn’t let his concern drip into his voice.

“You.” His heart did something then, and he was certain he was having a heart attack. He never felt his heart clench at something so- so endearing. His growling caused her to glance up nervously at him and he instinctively tightened his grip.

“You do realize that wasn’t all of your punishment, right?” He flipped her off the couch and made sure she landed on top of him before gently flipping her over. Y/N giggled at the sight of him, his hair all in his face and his eyes glinting dangerously in the moonlight coming from the window. She gave him a teasing smile before kissing his nose.

“Do your worst.”