Y/N’s curiosity got the better of her when she went
exploring by herself in an old insane asylum. Little did she know of the
murderous psychopath lurking in the shadows, obsessed and determined to break
her and make her his.
hadn’t spoken a single word the entire drive. Frost and I had decided it was
best not to question him. Although I hadn’t known Mister J for long, Frost had,
and he had never seen him act like this before. Usually Frost could predict to
some degree what Mister J had in mind, but right now, his mind drew a blank. ‘’Get
out of the car’’ Mister J growled. I looked over at him with confused eyes.
couldn’t understand what we were doing out here. When I didn’t immediately do
what he told me to, he slammed both hands on the wheel. ‘’I SAID. Get out of
the car.’’ This time I didn’t hesitate to unbuckle my seatbelt and kick the door
open. The air had a sour chemical scent to it and I scrunched my nose.
remained in the car and waited for further instructions. When I looked at the
car, I could see Mister J still sitting there. He wasn’t moving a muscle and
his face wore an expression I’d never seen on him before. He was leaning his
head back in his seat and looking up at the ceiling. I could see genuine
confusion in his expression. He seemed to be thinking about something, or maybe
I stood outside in the chill air, probably more confused than him, waiting for
him to explain what was happening. After 2 minutes of him staring at the roof of the car, he suddenly slammed his fist yet again on the wheel and burst out the door. He was walking aggressively and quickly towards me and I felt my heartbeat
increasing for each step he took.
thinking, I covered my face with my hands, afraid he was going to slap me. When
he saw, he grabbed my hand and squeezed it roughly while forcing it behind my
back. ‘’Ssshh, ssh. Don’t worry, I’m gonna fix you.’’ I furrowed my brows. ‘’What
are you talking about?’’ He didn’t answer me, he just led my body with his grip
and started walking into the building.
I kept my
mouth shut and followed him. The building was old and bore brown, rusted walls.
Inside of the building, the chemical smell was even stronger and I felt like I was
breathing toxic. We entered an elevator and the doors creaked as they closed.
We both stood, at different sides of the elevator and looked at each other. This
was the first time in a long time I felt nervous in his presence.
much shit had gone down that I hadn’t had any time to focus on my emotions. His
eyes were glued to mine. He looked like he wanted to eat me. His eyes were wide
and his breath heavy. It made my heart race. I couldn’t decide if it looked
like he wanted to kiss me passionately or tear me to shreds.
elevator finally stopped, after what felt like minutes and minutes on end.
Mister J turned on his heel and stepped out, waiting for me. I took a step out
and he grabbed my hand. It felt strange. It was such a normal and gentle thing
for him to do. His grip wasn’t rough or sexual. He just barely squeezed it, as if my
hand was made of glass and he didn’t want to break it.
He led me
towards the middle of the room. His breath was heavy and his eyes still looked
a little confused. It was a mix of confusion, lust, hate, desire and a feeling I
don’t think he understood. An unfamiliar feeling none of us could describe in
words. It could only be felt.
I drew a
sharp breath, anxious about what all of this was about. When I stopped focusing
so much on my thoughts, I noticed a sound. Bubbling. I walked over to the edge
of the platform and leaned over to see where the sound was coming from. 8 meters down,
I could see five or six large chemical vats. The brown liquid was bubbling and
steaming. ‘’Mister J why- Doll.’’ He interrupted me.
I looked at
his eyes. Those crazy, deranged eyes that I had fallen in love with. Then I looked
back down at the swirling chemical bath below us. That’s when it all made sense
to me. His skin, his hair. He was born down there.
grabbed my shoulders and I looked back up at his eyes again. His eyes, the same
color as his chemical birthplace. ‘’Would you die for me?’’ he asked me dead
serious. Yes, yes, yes, anything I thought.
‘’Yes.’’ I said honestly. Then he looked up the roof and shook his head. ‘’No,
no, that’s too easy.’’ He looked back down at my eyes again. Then he flashed a toothfull smirk. It
sent chills down my spine and honestly, it scared the hell out of me.
you?’’ he stopped, thinking. ‘’Would you live
for me?’’ he growled. My heart tried to push itself out of my ripe chest. ‘’Yes’’
I replied. He caressed my arm with his hand. I was trembling under his touch.
He had a
power about him that I could not deny. My chest rose up and fell. I was the
mouse, he, the lion. ‘’Will you embrace me, and only me?’’ Yes, any day, every day, forever.’’ His hypnotizing eyes capturing
mine. ‘’Will you bind your spirit to mine, in hate?’’ Anything, anything. I nodded eagerly.‘’Do you consign your soul to me?’’ I opened my lips slightly. ‘’Yes.’’
‘’Do you laugh at the world in disgust?’’ Always
have, always will. Especially if I can laugh at it with you, I do. I do.’’ He put his
finger to my lip and dragged it down my sore bottom lip as he kept his eyes on
say this oath, thoughtlessly’’ My breath hitched in my throat as I stared into
his gleaming eyes. ‘’I want it.’’ ‘’Say it, say it. Say iit.’’ He groaned
between heavy breaths. ‘’Pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty, pretty’’ ‘’Please?’’
I finished. My voice was weak, like an innocent little child. He lifted his hands from my shoulders and curled them together in delight
as he watched me beg. ‘’Aaw, God, you’re so, good.’’
He took a
few steps back and raised his arms slightly, looking at me, gesturing for me to let myself fall into the chemical vat below us. I was happy too,
there wasn’t a thing I wanted more in this life. I would live for him, I would die for him, I would spend each and
every moment of my life embracing him and only him. My puddin.
Just as I was
about to raise my arms and let my body fall down into the gooey chemical bath,
someone fell through the roof and landed in-between us with a loud bang. ‘JOKER!’’
a dark voice roared. Once the dust had cleared, I squinted my eyes and opened
my mouth in surprise and shock. It was the Batman. ‘’Let the girl go.’’ He commanded
and started walking towards my Mister J. Mister J started hysterically laughing
at the bat’s face. ‘’I suggest you back of batsy, the girl belongs with me and
she stays here.’’ He roared back at him.
innocent young girl with a family and friends who are looking for her. She doesn’t
belong with a psychopathic, emotionless clown.’’ I looked down at the floor, my
heart churning when he mentioned my friends and family. Batman turned his head
in my direction and used his free hand to reach it out for me to grab. ‘’Come
here, miss. You don’t want this. He’s
a manipulative psychopath who has been toying with you since the minute he saw
No. That stupid batman didn’t even know the first of it. Mister J wouldn’t
have brought me here, or come to save me if I was just a chew toy to him. I
slapped his hand away and crossed my arms over my chest. Mister J looked at me
with so much passion. Seeing his girl beat the batman turned him on beyond
He took the
chance to slam his own head into batsy’s head. The Batman fell to the ground
and the Joker jumped on top of him, beating him whilst laughing hysterically. I
just stood there, watching them. There wasn’t anything I could to. This was
between them. The fight escalated and they launched themselves at each other,
throwing each other into walls and down on the floor. You could sense the hate
between those two. Despite that, they needed each other. They were, in some
sense, dependent on one another. Without each other, they would be, incomplete.
a bat in Mister J’s direction and he grabbed it with his free hand. He looked
down at the bat and smiled before he smashed the bat’s shoulder with the wooden
bat. I couldn’t help but start giggling. He was beating the bat with a bat, how ironic.
bat was down, Mister J rushed over to me and grabbed my face. ‘’Do you want
this? Do you really want this?’’ he panted. I looked at him with puppy eyes. ‘’I
do.’’ He smiled crazily at me. At his point, Frost burst in through the
elevator and tackled The Batman from behind before he could reach Mister J. ‘’Then,
goodbye Y/N.’’ He pushed me off the platform and I plunged into the churning
‘’NO!’’ Batman shouted and reached out his hand, but it was too
late. The acid devoured me as I screamed in pain from the burns. Impressed
and satisfied, he watched me disappear into the hellish brew. At this point,
batsy had gotten back up on his feet and grabbed Mister J by the neck.
was quick, and kneed batsy in the stomach before kicking him to the ground. ‘’Come
on boss! We gotta go’’ Frost exclaimed as he turned around to escape before Batman
regained enough strength to fight back. ‘’No, no, no, no, no’’ Mister J mumbled
to himself and kept pacing back and forth on the platform. Frost looked at him
in shock and confusion as Mister J suddenly ripped his jacket off and plunged
himself into the churning mass below.
his gun at the bat as he walked over to the platform to see what happening. Time
was ticking, tick, tick, tick. Then, they broke surface. I was limp in his
arms. He looked down at me and saw a change. My hair and my skin had been
bleached and my skin had this alluring alabaster glow to it. I felt the air of
the surface brush over my painted body.
The Joker looked
down at my face and placed his lips on mine. My eyes opened in a gasp and I looked
at the man holding me in his arms. His face was dripping with chemicals and his
eyes were more deranged than I’d ever seen them. ‘’Who do you belong to?’’ he
asked as he grabbed the back of my neck. ‘’You. You’re my Mister J’’ I grinned
at him. Mister J moved in and kissed me hard on the lips while I began gnawing on
his. He leaned his head back and started laughing hysterically as I joined in.
From now on, it was the two of us, together.
Okay guys in the beginning I would just reallly like to thank you all! I didn’t expect any kind of interest from you, and it indeed surprised me. Here you have part 2. I have no idea when I’ll post part 3 I guess it all depends on you. Okay enough of small talk, go ahead and enjoy! Hope you’ll like it. :))
Pairing : Joker x Reader
Summary : A nineteen year old Y/N spent one night at a wrong club, where she got to know the Joker. He takes interest in her and kidnaps her from school. Will she surrender to his seductive power or resist and run away?
I still can’t believe she said no. After the friday night I was sure, she’ll want to go with me. And I’m never wrong. Never! But why then?
I turn my head to the window of my Purple Lamborghini, frustrated. Unusually, I’m sitting at the back, with her head resting on my lap. She’s still knocked out from the punch, which she definitely deserved. She has to be a good little girl, and good little girls don’t say no to Daddy.
Frost behind the wheel, keeps on being quiet. Hard to say if it is because he doesn’t want to upset me even more, or just because that’s who he is. Maybe little bit of both.
I run my fingers through my green locks, while looking at her. One would think she’s just sleeping, if it wasn’t for already dry blood on the top of her forehead, right beneath her hair. I caress her cheek gently, but then I hesitate a little. This strange feeling comes and settles in my stomach. She’s mine. I growl a little bit, and Frost looks suspiciously into the driving mirror.
Car finally pulls aside, and I get out quickly and then I take her into my hands, pulling her out too. I bring her upstairs, she’s still unconscious. I put her gently into my bed. Okay, now what? Well, now, I have to make a choice. Will I remake her in my image, or will I let myself drown in her innocene for just a little bit longer?
I open my eyes slowly, confused, still a little bit groggy and finally scared. My head hurts, and I can feel blood pushing againts my skull, like it’s about to explode. I touch my forehead carefully, but with painfull sigh I pull back. “Damn it.” I look around myself, trying to remember how the hell did I get here.
I’m in this big room with bare white walls. In the corner there is an old mattress with an empty bucket next to it. Don’t wanna know, what the bucket’s for. I look in front of me just to see, that instead of another wall there are bars everywhere. I stand up, stagger a little bit, and grab the bars into my arms, shaking them fiercely. They don’t move, just make this extremely annoying sound. “Hey! Come on you bastard, I know you can hear me! Let me out!” I scream with all the strenght I’ve got left and the only answer I get is a loud, cruel laughter.
“Good morning there, Kitten. You are quite a sleeper, aren’t you?” Joker’s voice echoes through the whole room. But I still don’t see him. I squint my eyes trying to get at least a glimpse of him, when I finally spot green flash in the dark behind the bars. “Mr. J, don’t be like that. Just let me out and we can have fun together.” He is many things, indeed, but not stupid.
He steps out of shadows, so that I can see him clearly. He raises one finger at me, grinning. “Ts, ts, ts, ts, don’t even try sweet talking me. It could getcha hurt.” He comes even closer, holding the bars in one hand. He caresses my cheek with the other one, and I can feel my eyes closing, but I resist, gaping into the blue sea in his eyes. “Oh, I will let you out, Dollface, dont you worrry. But not just yet. First of all you have to undergo few..procedures.” He purrs softly and I swallow harshly, not wanting to know what he has in mind. Then, he lets go of me, turning around and walking away without even saying goodbye.
- - - - -
TWO MONTHS LATER
“Say it!” Joker is laughing maniacally, and he screams again. “Come on, Kitten! Do it! Just let it all sink inside of you!” My brain is still little bit off, from the electroshock theraphy half an hour ago. I’m holding a gun in my right hand. I remember that first few days I tried using it on him, but he beated me until I couldn’t stand anymore.
There’s another man in front of me, kneeling. I can see fear on his face pretty clearly. He knows, he’s gonna die. If the crazy bitch won’t shoot me, the Joker will. “Dollface, say it. Y/N do it for the Daddy.” His voice distracts me, and I turn my head back to him. He’s beautiful. Smiling at me, like a fallen angel, waiting for me to complete my orders. Well, if he’s an angel, I shouldn’t resis, right? I think to myself as I start to speak. “I want..” I stop again, frowning a little bit. No, no, no, no, no. I shouldn’t do it. “Baby, finish it.” I can hear from his voice, that he’s a bit irritated with me. And I don’t want that. Angels shouldn’t be angry, because when they are, bad things happen.
“I want to kill him.” I say calmly and then something brokes. Something deep inside of me snaps, and a huge grin settles on my face, turning into a loud laugh in no time. Joker joines me and so we’re standing there for a while, laughing together. Its sounds really strange. I don’t think I’ve ever heard an angel laugh.
And suddenly a loud gunshot pierce through the sound of our mirth and I look back to the man and hand that fired. My hand. Joker looks as well, and approaches the dead man’s body. Then he looks back at me, finding my eyes filled with tears and shock. “What have I done? Oh my God, what have I done?” I scream, falling to the ground, grabing my head, shaking with it, tears still rolling down my face. Joker’s just standing there for a moment, confused, surprised even, but he pulls himself back together quickly, falling on his knees beside me. “Oh, baby don’t you cry. Daddy wanted you to do it You wanted to do it. I’m glad you did it.”
I raise my head, starring at him, big blue eyes constatnly filled with new tears. Still on my knees I grovel to him and he opens his arms. I throw myself at his chest immediately, crying again. “Oh, Mr. J,what if I never be like you?” One part of me can’t even believe I just said those words but the other part is really worried about the angel holding me in his arms. “Kitten, you don’t have to worry about that. All you have to do is let go. Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power.” He whispers mighty. I look at him, considering everything, but my mind is all blurry, and I can’t think straight. I know I can’t, that’s a good sign isn’t it? I close my eyes. I banish the voice telling me to differentiate good from bad, and I..let go.
I’m not a doctor nor have I had a child so I’m basing my info off of movies lmao, I don’t know how I feel about this so you guys have to tell me if you like it or not
Only a few days stood between you and having this wonderful child. Exhaustion was clawing at your body all the time, so you were ready to finally hold the baby gently in your arms rather then in your belly. The cravings had stopped altogether and hunger was never really a problem anymore.
“You haven’t eaten all day,” J asked concerned, picking up the full plate of food he had placed in front of you almost thirty minutes ago.
“I just don’t want to eat, that’s all, I’m fine I swear,” you persuaded him, but he just forced a light smile and cleaned the dish. He then helped you up and basically carried you to the bed where he tucked you in, placing a delicate kiss on your belly then your lips.
“Goodnight Doll, I can’t wait for this family to start,” He smiled and walked back out to finish some overdue work and some late night cleaning.
The sun pierced through a slit in the curtains, causing your peaceful sleep to end early. You rolled to the other side to avoid the bright beams, but to your surprise your hand hit empty sheets. Confused, you opened your eyes to a small note that had been placed on the night stand.
Had some emergency work, be home as soon as I can. Ready for this, any day now, hang in there. Frost is outside if you need him.
(p.s I left you some breakfast, please eat dear.)
You wished he was here but the cute note made a smile appear. You found the slightest bit of strength to pull yourself out of bed, just barely. You stumbled around, using the walls to support what you couldn’t, slowly making your way to the kitchen. An assortment of food was placed all organized across the table, but you had no intention of eating, hunger just wasn’t something you obtained. Turning away towards the couch you felt something weird. A colorless liquid drained onto the floor. Panic submerged your mind.
“Frost! Help!” You screamed shakily. Quickly, the favorite henchman appeared.
“Oh shit uh, get in my car, i’ll drive you to the hospital. I’ll call the boss, don’t worry I got you,” He tried to state calmly but fear cracked his voice, he obviously wasn’t too sure on what to do.
Arriving at the hospital, Frost cautiously carried you under his arm into the lobby of the Emergency Room. Nurses rushed to your side as you screamed in agonizing pain, placing you on a stretcher and wheeling you off. One lady interrogated you with questions about your name and how bad the contractions were while another asked you to breathe a certain way. You were placed in a small, cold room as doctors poured in trying to help. They hooked your limp body up to complex machines as you just lied there, begging for the aching to end. Moments later, the infamous criminal you loved so dearly burst through the door. Nurses yelled, terrified, wondering why the dangerous man was here.
“I’m the dad, calm down.” He snarled at the petrified administration. They glanced at you with a weird look, as if they were confused why you were with the Joker, let alone having a child with him. It didn’t bother you, they didn’t understand or realize there was a kind side to the insane man.
Hours had passed, you gripped J’s hand as he sat beside your bed, watching you become more and more exhausted.
“We have to do a C section, get her into the next room, and call for extra anesthesia,” the main doctor commanded, causing his helpers to scatter. J tried to follow but was stopped.
“I’m sorry sir you can’t be in the operating room, you can wait out here and I’ll call you in when we’re done,” the stern doctor said to J, who didn’t take it well.
“I’m going in there. I want to be with my god damn lady while she has our child.” He growled, unhappy with being told orders.
“Hun, please just stay out here, I don’t want problems, I’ll be out in a bit, I promise,” You smiled trying to fix the situation before it became a heated argument. J just sighed and nodded, taking defeat against you. Anesthesia had kicked in as they sliced open your fragile skin, exposing your internal organs. Your tired mind couldn’t fight the medicine anymore and you passed out.
You traveled in and out of consciousness, hearing the concerned words of the professionals.
“She’s losing too much blood, this isn’t right, we have to figure out a way to stop it,” one said with urgency. “Someone go inform the father before all hell breaks loose,” another one suggested. J was in the room within seconds, taking a seat by your side, hugging you gently. Doctors rushed around, almost in a panic, successfully retrieving the young child as quickly as they could but also needing to stitch you up as blood poured from your deep wound.
“It’s a girl,” a nurse said, removing the baby and taking it into the other room to wash off the red liquid.
“Hang in there doll, our little girl is finally here,” J whispered into your ear, but you were still knocked out cold, giving him no response. Suddenly one of the machines started blaring noises, indicating no pulse was being found. A man rushed to you with a defibrillator, placing it on your chest, sending shockwaves throughout your body. After several attempts, you were brought back to life.
“Shit (y/n), you scared me, you’ll be okay darlin,” You heard J continue to talk to you, saying sweet things next to the hospital bed.
An hour or so had passed and the gash in your lower torso had been stitched up. You just laid on the mattress, asleep, while a doctor pulled J outside the room.
“She’s very weak. She obviously hasn’t been getting enough nutrients and isn’t very stable. We will keep her for at least another day and you’re welcome to stay, but I can’t promise anything with her.” He stated professionally to the dangerous man.
“Ok, thanks.” J replied, wanting to lash out and threaten that the man swear you’ll make it, but he knew he couldn’t. He sat in by you, just talking. Your eyes stayed closed, but you knew he was there. He refused to leave you, for fear of losing the one he dare not say he loved, but truly cared deeply for. The baby was in the nursery being taken care of until you awakened and were healthy enough to leave. Suddenly a familiar sound rang through the room, causing J’s heart to plummet. You didn’t have a pulse.
“No no no, nurse! Help!” He called out, and soon they arrived, grabbing the defibrillator once again, placing the cold metal plates against your thin gown. Everyone watched your limp body shutter with every attempt. Tears swelled in J’s eyes, he held the bed frame until his knuckles turned white, waiting for a positive response.
“Don’t do this, you promised!” He yelled at your lifeless body before breaking down, but after many tries, this time it didn’t work. In your mind everything was dark, images of your past would occasionally appear but fade away quickly. J continued to cry, promising to take care of the baby and do everything he can to keep her forever safe. Memories flourished as your organs gave out and your last breath left your body, peacefully.
The reader is a meta-human whose powers include blood (only when outside of the body) manipulation. Because of these powers the reader is captured and experimented on. Once she gets out she is a little crazy…and is looking for something to distract from the nightmares and finds a nightmare of her own, the Clown Prince of Crime.
‘So that was him,’ you purred to yourself. The infamous Joker, the one who terrorized the city of Gotham so expertly. What was there to fear? All you saw was a man with a gun and a few loose screws. You giggled as you watched him speed away from the city almost as if he was a child throwing a tantrum. He was interesting and dangerous just the kind of adventure you were looking for.
‘Why did people fear him? Why did people follow his rule? How had he become untouchable?’ Thats what you wanted. Its what you needed. There was something about him that was intoxicating. You couldn’t keep your eyes off him. Everyone else in the city had seemed so boring and ordinary but you finally you found something that made you think. Someone to challenge you. Curiosity had always been your downfall. That’s how you ended up trapped in the damn place. Your face fell as flash backs played in the back of your mind of the horrors and daily experiments you endured. You shook the feelings off and smiled thinking of your new playmate. You had heard of a club that was owned by the Joker. Now all you had to do was find it.
He opened the double doors to his club in his iconic, dramatic fashion. Many people looked up in shock as he walked through the door way with his men trailing behind him. It had been a while since the Joker had visited his own club.
‘Finally, maybe I will have some fun for more than an hour,’ he thought as he scanned the many scared faces in the crowd. The host led him to his usual V.I.P. section, which gave him the perfect view of the entire club. The girls who frequented the club waved hello in hopes of a one night stand with the Crown Prince of Crime.
‘Boring,’ he growled. He over looked them and took his time trying to single someone out. They were all the same, no one was interesting enough to hold his attention for more than a minute. No one was worth his time.
‘Damnit, it’s all the same,’ he thought to himself. This was supposed to be entertaining. This was supposed to be distracting from the boredom that plagued him. He threw his drink against the wall in frustration as his eyes drifted to a girl standing at the bar.
You were wearing a tight maroon dress that formed to all your curves with black heels studded with golf which coincidentally matched his own maroon shirt, slimming black dress pants, and of course the many gold accessories. His breathing slowed as his eyes moved up your body again to your purple tipped hair and finally rested on your eyes. Of course you were already staring at him.
You smirked as he returned your gaze and you quickly turned back to the meaningless conversation you were having with the guy beside you fully aware the Joker’s eyes were still locked on you. He growled as he watched you push yourself up against the guy at the bar.
‘Bad girl,’ he thought to himself. He wouldn’t let you get away now, not after that little display. He smirked getting up from his VIP booth and headed through the dance floor to the bar. You could feel the goosebumps rising as the green haired man leaned in-between you and the guy at the bar, separating the two of you. The Joker just glanced over his shoulder causing him to run before his life was on the line. You giggled watching him run in fear.
“Hmm, I haven’t seen you here before,” the Joker purred taking in the details of your face. He didn’t know what it was about you that captivated him. It frustrated him. You looked just like any other girl.
“You don’t tend to come around here anymore,” you retaliated, trying to hide your excitement. The Joker laughed loudly at your boldness, startling everyone else in the club.
“What’s your name doll face?” he asked casually not wanting to scare away his pretty new toy. You smirked, biting your lip liking where this game was going.
“How about you tell me yours first?” you asked calmly taking a sip of your drink. He just stared at you in disbelief. Did this girl really not know who he was? Or was this just a game?
“Call me Mr. J,” He said calmly as he nodded to the bar tender who instantly had a drink ready for him. He was already loosing patiences as you leaned toward him so you could whisper in his ear.
“What about the Joker? J seems to be a favorite too,” you sat back down, smirking up at him. You were obviously teasing him, trying to draw him in. You wanted him to want you. You wanted a willing playmate.
“Whichever you want,” he said sternly moving closer to you. “I won’t ask for your name again doll,” he threatened still smiling. He liked this game you started. No one had ever tried to challenge him.
“Calm down, I was only playing,” you pouted innocently. “It’s y/n.” He moved even closer to you trying to close the gap between you two but you leaned away to tease him. Both of you had your eyes locked on each other trying to figure out what was so intoxicating about the other. You were having fun and it seems your new toy was just as curious as you were. He reached down to move some hair out of your face.
“Maybe we should get out of here. Take this conversation somewhere more… Private,” Mr. J growled this time wrapping an arm around your waist finally closing the gap between the two of you, giving you no way to escape. You blushed being so close to him.
“Hmmmmm, bringing home stray girls tonight Mr. J?” you teased. “Or are you looking for a new queen?” He smirked, deciding to play your game.
“Why? You think you are crazy enough to be my queen?” He chuckled to himself finding the thought funny. How could anyone keep up with him? They were just toys to him. There was no way he could keep a girl alive for more than a week let alone long enough to claim her as his queen. Even if this girl was different there was no way she would last, but he would enjoy watching her try. You giggled watching him think.
“Why don’t you find out for yourself Mr. J,” you smirked as you slipped out of his grip trying to regain some control. Mr. J growled and stepped towards you cracking his neck. His body language had changed and it put you on edge.
“So you want to play?” Mr. J laughed as he quickly drew his gun, pointing it at you. People started running out of the club trying to not become the next victims of the Joker’s rage. “Come here y/n.” he commanded. He didn’t like disobedience. He would show you who was in charge.
‘Why did he have to ruin the fun’ you thought to yourself as you pouted. You just wanted to play. Why did he have to be so…so…Serious?
“Hmmmmmm,” you hummed to yourself attempting to defuse the situation. “I don’t know if i like this serious side of you Mr. J,” you said still pouting at your playmate. You slammed your glass down onto the bar, shattering it in your hand. “Why don’t we stick to the fun? We don’t want anyone getting hurt do we?” you continued giggling as you crushed the shards of glass into you palm preparing for the worst. He didn’t even notice the blood.
That ticked him off.
‘Was this girl really threatening me?! Challenging me?!’ He decided that the game was over. He turned his back to you and quickly pulled the trigger without a second thought.
“All that chit chat is gonna get you killed doll face,” Mr. J chuckled to himself waiting to hear your body drop to the floor. He waited and turned around in confusion at the absence of that familiar thud, only to see you glaring back at him. You looked completely different as you examined the bullet now suspended in your blood at the center of your palm. He could see the fire in your eyes as you debated your next move. You threw the bullet back at him noticeably angry. You let the blood surround you right hand, taking pleasure in the sensation.
“Is it now Mr. J?” you glared at him. You let the blood slowly surround your right hand, keeping your eyes locked on Mr. J. “I don’t like being shot at,” you said seriously. All the bad memories of how you were treated flowed back into your crazed mind. You were tied down and caged but not this time. Not now. You were free.
“How did you do that?” he grinned looking at you with wonder in his eyes. ‘Oh she is just getting more interesting by the minute!’ He was happy you stopped his bullet. He thought about all the fun he could have with you now. The rage in your eyes burned as you the blood suddenly formed a blade around your hand. You giggled tilting your head to the side as you stepped towards Mr. J.
“Let’s play Mr. J. I hear you like knives,” you laughed a little and lunged forward hitting the wall behind Mr. J’s head, missing him by only an inch. You knew he would doge your blow. If he hadn’t he wouldn’t be a worthy playmate and the game would be over.
“Ok, ok princess you win,” Mr. J said holding his hands up, surrendering to you. “I took the first shot so I’ll let this little display slide this time,” he said chuckling to himself. You raised an eyebrow wondering if he was serious. “Why don’t we work together? I think I’d like to continue this little game of ours,” he continued. You smiled widely letting the blood return to liquid while you wrapped your arms around Mr. J’s neck.
“When do I start?” you giggled letting the bad memories slip away. Mr. J unhooked your arms from his neck and wrapped one of his around your waist. He signaled his men to bring the car around.
“How about now doll face? Lets see what you can really do,” Mr. J said excitedly as he pulled you towards the exit. If you could stop a bullet Mr.J was curious to see what real power you had inside of you. He wondered how long the game could last between you two. Would he kill you? Or would you beat him to the punch?
“Mmmm, no more shots?” You questioned teasingly.
“No more shots…for now,” he smirked thinking about how you would hold up against a semi-automatic weapon. You pouted accepting Mr. J’s offer.
You leaned into his shoulder feeling an odd comfort next to him as you walked towards the car. He was terrifying and psychotic but next to this man no one would ever cage you again. No one would be able to touch you. Except for him. You giggled as the dirty thoughts passed through your mind. You were crazy and damaged, but so was he. You drifted into your own thoughts as you often did when you were alone.
“Why so quiet all of the sudden?” Mr. J questioned, noticing your lost expression. You instantly perked up burring the thoughts back down.
“Nothing. Just thinking about all the fun we will have together,” you purred as Mr. J pulled you into the car and onto his lap. He signaled his driver to take off and off you went towards his hideout on the outskirts of Gotham.