The Joker x Reader 9 (part 1)
When The Joker is imprisoned in a nameless hell, what will happen when he meets one of its demons?
The Joker watches as they bring you to your glass prison, unconscious again. It’s been three weeks since he first saw you. He’s intrigued. Your glass prison has four wall levels, each one with their own security guards; his only has two levels. He feels a bit…mad about it. What is so special about you that requires such measures?! From the distance, he can tell you’re a woman. You’re never awake to walk around your prison though. He just sees your long, bright red hair.
“Hey, wha’sup with the girl?,” he grins at his guards, trying to stretch in his straight jacket. “Are you guys deaf? How com’ nobody wants to tell me about her?”
“Shut up, freak! Or we’ll make you!!” one of them threatens, pointing at the bruises he got last time he got out of line.
“Don’ matter to me,” J starts laughing, backing out in the corner where his mattress is, slowly sliding down the wall so he can sit. “I’ll find out eventually,” he hisses, annoyed.
“I hate this job,” one of the guards sighs, shaking his head and turning his back on the prisoner. “They’re all fucking crazy in here.”
Suddenly, everything starts shaking and the lights go out for a few seconds. The alarm starts blasting and the emergency lights turn on.
“Hey, are you going to take us out of here? There’s an earthquake!” the Joker yells at the security, trying to keep his equilibrium while the tremors are getting stronger.
Something is going on. Everybody is running towards your cell, guards and doctors alike. Mister J stumbles, trying not to fall while walking on the shaky ground, curious to see what’s going on. A flash of strong light, then an unworldly scream fills the air. It’s so loud he immediately feels the need to cover his ears but he can’t; his hands are tight up in the jacket.
He watches with his mouth opened as your glass prison is engulfed in black mist, trying to guess on what is happening. The personnel enter your room, but he can’t really see the details of the chaos. Somebody yells in pain, then another voice follows.
“Oh, ho,ho,ho!” he starts chuckling as he notices bodies slamming against the glass wall. “ Atta girl!” J maniacally laughs, enjoying the show. “Finally, some excitement in this hell hole!”
More security goes inside your cell. The earthquake is calming down. Another loud, unearthly howl and J starts to notice two glowing orbs in the fog, standing about 9 feet tall.
“Holy…shit…” he mutters when finally distinguishing your scary, ethereal shape being pierced by a lot of syringes filled with tranquilizer. Your body is beginning to regain its natural shape; the Joker can see your red hair standing out in the thinning smog. Everyone is on the edge, running around, orders are being barked and it looks like the clamoring won’t stop anytime soon.
“No guards tonight! Everybody out, I declare state of emergency! She’s getting immune to the drug. If she wakes up again, I don’t want any more casualties, understood? We’ll control everything from outside! If things go down, we can level this whole place to the ground. It doesn’t exist anyway!” Colonel Flag passes by the Joker’s cell in a hurry, talking to his sergeant. “Got it?”
Their footsteps are fading, and more take their place soon. Bodies are being removed from your cell, blood cleaned and you are placed back on your bed.
“Can you guys shut it down?” Mister J complains, “I’m trying to sleep here!”
“Keep yapping, Clown, and you’ll get what you deserve! We’ll wipe out that weird smirk off your pale face!” the guard grumbles, irritated, coming back to secure the perimeter.
“Promise?” J teases because he never knows when to stop.
“You asked for it!” The security gets inside, more people follow soon.
“You guys wanna have sum’ fun?” the Joker snickers, getting back on his feet to properly greet them.
“You crazy son of a bitch!” he hears before the first blow lands. They keep on kicking and hitting him until he’s on the ground, bleeding from his mouth and forehead. He doesn’t feel the pain; he can only taste the blood on his tongue.
The emergency lights turn on again. “Please, evacuate the perimeter. Emergency shutdown in 10 minutes. Please, evacuate the perimeter. Emergency shutdown in 10 minutes.” The announcement keeps on repeating on the speakers.
One more kick in the stomach and they leave.
“You’re lucky tonight, Clown. We’ll continue soon!” they warn him, leaving the room.
He’s on the floor, grunting, spitting out blood.
“Are we going to leave him like this?” someone asks.
“Let him be, we don’t have time to clean him up!”
It’s starting to get quiet, the staff is heading out the exits and you can only hear the alarm going off.
“What’s goin’ on, man?” some prisoner inquires with loud voice.
“I dunno, I can’t see anything,” another inmate replies. Of course they can’t, only you and the Joker have glass walls, all the other prisoners are confined behind thick, brick walls, only a small gap allowed in the heavy metal doors.
Mister J felt asleep on his mattress, exhausted from the beating he got (again). He feels his green hair glued to his face, drenched in blood. He tries to lift himself up but the first attempt fails.
“God dammit,” J mutters, giving it another try with all he’s got. He’s finally on his feet and he takes a few steps, almost collapsing. Nobody around, just all the prisoners left behind, disposable casualties in case things go wrong.
“I’ll be…” his icy blue eyes widen with surprise, realizing you are up and walking around your cell. You look like a caged animal, running from wall to wall, hitting the glass with your fists, talking to yourself.
He starts banging his head against the wall facing you, attempting to get your attention.
“Baby doll, over here!… Hey!!! Over here!”
You notice the green haired man staring at you, his right side of the face swollen and bruised, dry blood covering his cheek and jacket. You cautiously approach the glass, squinting your eyes so you can see him better.
“What’s your name, doll?” you hear him ask while he flashes his silver grill at you.
You don’t answer.
He gets impatient. “You can’t talk or what?…C’mon, talk to me, I don’t bite…but you sure do!” J starts cracking up, excited, tilting his head backwards.
You smile back at him, amused by his reaction.
“Ahhh, so pretttttyyyyy…” the Joker purrs. “ Why are you in here? Is it because of that…thing?” He bites his lower lip, waiting for your answer.
You frown. Still no sound comes out of you.
He tries a different approach.
“I really liked what you did there… Nice work… “ the Joker praises you, puckering his lips in admiration. “Could you kill more?”
You finally speak, scoffing: “ I could kill everybody in a heartbeat if I wanted to.”
“What’s stopping you?” he grins again, happy you are finally talkative.
“I have to control myself, otherwise I will destroy everything.”
“Aaahhhaaaa,” J nods like he gets it. “What’s wrong with that?” he loudly hits his head against the glass, making you wince.
“Are you crazy?” you ask, starting to laugh, shocked he caught you off guard.
“Yessssss”, the man giggles, winking at you.
“Me too,” you whisper loud enough so he can hear you. “I need to get out of here.” You turn your back at him, closing your eyes, considering your options. “SHE’s getting immune to their sedative and I can finally be awake and leave.”
“I heard it: if they feel something is wrong, they will detonate all the bombs and nobody will ever know what happened. No one cares. No one knows we’re here,” J confesses with a sudden serious expression on his face.
You exhale loudly, calling HER forth in your mind. The ground starts to shake again; your eyes go in the back of your head, only the white orbs glow in your eye sockets now. You blink a few times, surprised at what you notice with your unwordly eyes: every shape you always see is covered in shadows but HE is glowing in the darkness. Never before you saw somebody shinning in The Void. You step towards the glass barriers and with no effort you pass through all four of them, liquid shards dripping behind you as you melt everything in your way. J watches you fascinated as you get inside his chamber, instinctively taking a few steps back to protect himself from the heat you irradiate.
“Wow, doll, I’ve never seen a metahuman so close before,” he admits with a demented smirk.
You’re starting to turn, black ashes and smoke surround you with a whooshing sound. Your human body disappears, you’re suddenly getting taller and the dark being inside you takes control. The glass and walls start cracking from your power. The green haired man doesn’t seem scared.
“They are taking this place down,” SHE speaks with the voice of a thousand shrieks, hurting his ears again.
“Set him free,” you command and with a gesture, his strait jacket dissipates in thin air. He cracks his neck and shoulders, then comes closer to you, using his right hand to protect his face from the scorching intensity of your body.
“Take us out of here,” the Joker hears your human voice from above, but he can’t find any trace of the beautiful red haired woman he saw earlier- just the creature starring at him with demon eyes.
SHE demands blood, SHE wants to burn him alive, but you don’t allow it.
“He’s off limits, don’t hurt him!” you order and the being snarls at him, barely containing its desire to snap his neck.
“Now take us out!” you frantically scream, already feeling the chain explosions that started on the other side of the building.
The black mist covers the Joker also but this time it doesn’t burn.
Flag watches the monitors, shaking in anger. He sees the fog, then the flash of light, and afterwards there is nothing left in the glass cage. The strong blasts take out the cameras, all the screens getting static in the same time.
“Shit! Shit!!!! We lost them!!!” the Colonel yells from the top of his lungs, frustrated. “How in the world am I supposed to explain this?” he moans in exasperation, starting to dial on his cell phone.
(None of the pics are mine)
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