PROBLEM (part one)
* saw Suicide Squad the other day, and fell in love with the Joker, so I was inspired to make this mini-series.
PLOT: Gotham’s Most Successful Female Crime Boss, Y/N, gets a visit from the Clown Prince of Crime, The Joker.
WARNINGS (for future): Joker sexiness, murder, crime, a lavish lifestyle you can only dream of, blood,cold hearted killing.
DISCLAIMER: The OC/You is insane, like Joker fucked up, if that upsets or unnerves you, don’t read. I love writing OC characters as villains, who doesn’t like to be the bad guy?
“Johnny! Be a sweetheart and
open the gates for me!”
Just like that the gate started to swing open; you drove forward, parking up at the front of the house. Johnny ran to the side of you and opened the door for you, putting his hand out to help you, allowing you to step out onto the concrete. He placed a kiss on to your overly jewelled hand, smiling. “Hello Y/N, I take it your trip was well?” you squeezed his hand.
“Of cause it was well, thank you for keeping me informed.” You began to walk up the stairs, your fur coat trailing behind you. Your heels clicking on the marble floor,
“Welcome back, your highness.” You grinned; you’d never get bored of that. He handed you a glass of red wine, as you walked through the big, golden double doors. You made your way to the main living area; your henchmen stood waiting for your arrival.
“Hello boys. Miss me?” you asked, taking a seat at the top of the balcony, they
cheered your name and clapped at your arrival.
The music was blaring out, the strippers were giving your guys a good show, it was like you had never left.
Your most trusted workers, Lilly and Tom sitting beside you on the blood red plush sofa. “So what have I missed?” you asked, looking at Tom on your left. “Well. You have another client that wants to talk with you.” He stated, reading from his diary. “Have I? Who is it?” you asked, curiously. “He’s waiting in your office. Been here for a while, he seems very interested in working with you.” He smirked. You got up and walked towards your office. You opened the door to see the Clown Prince of Crime, himself.
“Joker, to what do I owe the pleasure?” you purred, walking towards the chair opposite him. You grabbed a cigar from the tray on the coffee table, offering him one also. “Y/N, Gotham’s most notorious crime boss.” You smirked, lighting the cigar between your lips. “In the flesh.” You leaned across, passing over the silver lighter. He took it from you, “I hate to admit it, but I am having trouble killing the Batman.” He confessed. “And I would care, why?” The amount of problems you had, getting involved with Batman was the last thing you were planning on doing. He laughed, “Because, sweet Y/N if you help me, I will make it very worth your while.” He grinned, his silvery smile showing, grabbing your chin, so you were eye to eye with him. You weren’t going to lie, this could be a good opportunity to show who was the real queen of Gotham. Working with the Joker but showing your crew’s skills and solidifying yourself as the top boss in the city.
Maybe even killing him off after. God, your so evil.