Under My Protection
Requested by anon: jared leto joker drabble 34 please and thankyou - haley
Pairing: Joker X Reader
Word count: 837
Drabble: He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.
You and Harley have been best friends since you gave her shelter when Batman was after her. That was two years ago. Since then, she has been trying to drag you into her world. You can’t lie, you kinda like it. The loud music, the long nights and the expensive gifts she always brings you.
Right now you hear her, breaking in your apartment again. At 3 a.m. Groaning and tossing around, you hope she’s just looking for something. But of course not.
“Wake up! Wake up!” She swings the door open, making you jump on the bed and sit up. “Guess who you’ll meet tonight?”
“Who?” You ask in a sleepy voice.
“My ex.” Her bright smile doesn’t fade. Harley broke up definitely with the Joker.
The Joker. Like, the baddest of the bad. You never saw the man and you honestly don’t want to. It’s good to know that Harley finally got over him, and now they’re just partners in crime.
“I don’t want to meet him.” You push her away playfully when she jumps in your bed. “You can go and tell him I said ‘hi’.”
“No. You’re coming. Now go and put on that dress I gave you.”
Arguing with Harley is useless, so you get up and take a quick shower. She gave you many dresses. You choose the purple one, wich you haven’t wear yet. With a sigh, you leave the bathroom, just to put another smile on your friend’s face.
“That’s how I like it. This will be a funny night.”
The car is stolen, that’s obvious. When she stops, you can’t help but beg her to take you back home. But no. Harley drags you through alleys and them downstairs until the most ridiculous dance club you’ve ever seen. Everything seems expensive, and these people seem to be very, very rich.
“Holy shit. There are, like… People from the government here.”
“Well, just don’t tell anyone.”
You’d answer, but Harley screams. She guides you throughout the endless tables and many girls to what seems to be the backstage.
“He doesn’t live here, so don’t ask him that.” That’s when you notice that she’s knocking on a wooden door. Soon enough someone opens it.
“So you brought me a gift.” The man stares down at you, funny eyes and a weird smile. The Joker is even scarier in person.
“She’s not a gift. She’s (Y/N). Remember?”
“Such a pretty little thing…” When he allows you both to walk in, you pretend not to be surprised. Three dead bodies beside his huge desk, and lots of different guns on it.
“Now. Let’s get to business.” Harley says in a singsong voice.
“No. I want to get to know this friend of yours.” Joker sits on the couch, ignoring the men who come to drag the corpses to God knows where.
They both keep staring, waiting for you to say something.
“What? You’re a freaking villain, I don’t know what to say.” Rolling your eyes, you sit on his desk, not bothering to ask for permission. “This is insane. Three dead men? Seriously?”
“Oh, she’s so sweet, isn’t she?” Harley grabs Joker’s arm and shakes it. But his eyes don’t leave you until it starts to feel uncomfortable.
“Yes, she is.”
His low voice sends shivers down your spine. Crossing your legs, you clean your throat, trying to make this weird sensation go away.
“So. You two have business?”
“Yes. I actually have business with many people, as you can see.” Joker stands up, walking up to his desk.
Choosing to be smart, you jump to the ground, but when you step away from the desk, he stops right before you, blocking your way. His eyes are locked on yours, so you can’t help being a bit scared.
His cold fingers touch your chin, caressing your skin.
“I have dangerous people coming and I don’t want you anywhere near them.” Joker turns to face Harley, who’s still sitting there, a smile on her lips. “Take her home, Harley. She’s under my protection.”
Before you could say anything, Harley takes you by the hand and drags you out the club. You wanted to stay. To see those men, to see more of Joker.
Harley gladly drives you home through the dark and empty streets of Gotham.
“Sooooooo. Did you like him?”
“He creeped me out. I’m not gonna lie.” You take a deep breath. She wouldn’t let it go. “But yes, I guess he’s not that… bad.”
“I knew it! I rather him to date you than any of those bitches.” She turns left, forcing you to hold onto your seat.
“I’m not gonna be the only one breaking into your apartment at 3 a.m. now.”
You can’t help but laugh. This life isn’t for you, well, that’s what you tell yourself every night. But you have to admit: it does make you feel alive. Now you can barely wait for Joker to break into your apartment.