[I apologize in advance for the bad image quality of the photo’s above. I hope you all enjoy my second imagine fic and I will be taking requests if anyone would like]
“Now, chocolate, strawberry or vanilla?” Griggs asked.
I could do nothing but whimper around the gag and hate myself when satisfaction lit his eyes. I clutched the arms of the chair, my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding as I struggled feebly against my restraints.
“My job is to keep you alive until you die!”
The bastard better hope he kills me because when I get out of this prison, and I will there will be no mercy. He will beg and he will cry, and he will wish for death and when he wants it most I won’t give it to him. Mister J and I will have fun with him… Mister J. I whimpered again. You didn’t do it right you fuckers! I wanted to yell, you didn’t put the damn tube in right! But all I could do is lose myself in the discomfort as Griggs video taped me like the depraved asshole he is. Something tells me when I get out of these restraints he’s going to want to run because the devil is coming for him. The devil is coming for him. The devil is coming for him.
****One day prior to the Belle Reves Jail Break
Mister J glanced up impatiently from the blue prints, a gun in his hand and it was never good to be near the boss when he had a weapon. He was unhinged, more so than usual ever since he lost Y/N. After the plane went down and Frost went down with it I was placed in Frosts position, but right now I was the mailman about to deliver bad news. If this didn’t go well I’d soon have a replacement.
“What?”He demanded half growling in anger and frustration.
“Well… you see… one of the tech guys when hacking into the Prisons computers found something disturbing in regards to Y/N on one of the-”
I flinched as he slammed both hands on the table, walking around it towards me with that unpredictable look in his eyes. “All that chit-chat is gonna get ya hurt!” One of his hands squeezed my shoulder, while the other placed the gun under my chin and I gulped.
“Now, what’s this about my Y/N? What are they doin to my doll in there?”
With shaking hands I removed my cellphone from my pocket and pulled up the link. He watched the video intently, his breath coming out harder and harder with each passing second. When it was over he released me, grabbing my phone from my hand and throwing it across the room with a yell.
“I’m comin for ya Y/N, and when I do honey we’re gonna paint the walls in his blood for ever thinking he can touch what belongs to me.”
Pain split through my stomach and my hands covered the gunshot wound instinctively. Dropping to my knees the Joker laughed, leaning back into it like my death was the funniest thing he had ever seen. “So intense! I’m afraid it just wasn’t working out.”
I backed away from the swat team as the door to my cell was broken open and one solitary figure walked in. I hoped… I mean he couldn’t have… but I wished… but who else could it be? And then I had my answer, his mask was off and I tears filled my eyes as I gasped “Puddin!” Before pulling him into my arms. He held me and the level of relief and happiness I was feeling (mixed with a few espressos) had me on a high.
“Lets go home, Y/N” He said, his voice low and gravelly and I was already home.
“Can we bring the espresso machine?”
I stretched along the bear skin rug, having been covered in a silk duvet sometime during the journey back to puddin’s penthouse. There was a playing card on a silver serving tray with a bottle of grape soda and a single rose. The message on the card read “Come join me for Spring Break”. My brows knit together in confusion and I got up, still in my prison uniform, and I brought my rose with me following the trail of petals. It was when I entered the kitchen however, that the path of flower petals dwindled into droplets of blood. Laying on the kitchen counter was pink pliers, a brown lead sprinkler, and a white cat o’ nine tails labelled Strawberry, Chocolate, and Vanilla. A light bulb went off inside my head and I grinned taking all three, I had always love neapolitan.
Entering the living room there was mister J, sitting on the living room table across from a bound, gagged, beaten, and cut up Griggs with a nasogastric intubation in his nose. Part of his mouth was cut in a grim half-smile so I could see his teeth, and there was goop on the floor beside him.
“Well, well, well Y/N. What is it you got there honey?” Mister J asked.
I giggled, skipping over to him and setting them down. “Toys puddin’”
He pulled me to him, he wore nothing but a pair of dress pants and I ran my hands up his torso, winding my fingers into his hair.
“Do you like your new toys Y/N?”
Taking his lower lip between my teeth he growled as I tugged on it, looking over at Griggs who was sweaty and shaking.
“He likes to watch me you know?” I knew exactly what I was doing but I didn’t stop.
I looked to Mister J, pressing myself to him and trailing my fingers down his arm.
“He liked to call me names, hotness, sugar tits, nice ass, and I got him real hot and bothered, didn’t I?” I asked Griggs as I moved away from puddin and sat down in the bastards lap.
His panicked ramblings were incoherent around the gag. Mister J’s breath was coming out harder now. “He wanted me,” I looked to Griggs. “I know you wanted me, you were always watching, and then he’d hit me. He’d hurt me mister J,” I whimpered for the show of it even though Griggs had hurt me.
Mister J yanked me two him, aiming a gun at the assholes face with his free hand.
“You’re choice Y/N”
Part of me thought it would be too fast, another part of me just wanted him out of the way so I could be alone with my puddin. I reached for the gun, sliding my index finger over top of his but I didn’t stop looking in his eyes. I felt the judder of the gun as it fired shoot up my arm and we let the gun fall to the floor with a clatter.
“You won’t be taken from me again Y/N”
“You want me handsome? I’m all yours.”
Grabbing my hips roughly he lifted me into his arms, biting a trail down my neck as he carried me back to the bear skin rug.
[This fic was originally going to be a bit more intense but I decided to tone it down a notch. It is from a different fanfiction of mine (A Harley Quinn origin story) if any of you would like the alternate version (or the missing scene of what happened to Griggs before Y/N entered the living room) let me know or if you have any fic requests do not be afraid to send me a message]