The Joker Imagines (Jared Leto)

Expensive.

Silence.

Nobody was talking, they were all terrified to even breath too loud. Like they could get killed by a simple sigh. And oh they were right.

I threw a glance to Dan, Joker's favourite henchman, and he looked back holding my gaze for a second. PAM! A hand hitting the desk in front of me made me jump in my seat.

-One thing. I just asked for one damn thing... AND YOU USELESS IDIOTS COULDN'T DO IT!

The little mistake that ruined the robbery at the bank were a few misunderstandings for lack of communication. Of course no one was going to say a word to explain it because the boss now was freaking mad and there was no return from there.

A cold chill ran down my spine and I looked at his eyes. Those baby blue eyes, almost grey that usually held so many emotions behind. But at that moment I just saw a body staring at me and those beautiful eyes were just that, eyes. All I saw was a person without soul, without brain and without heart. Just a simple and biological human body standing.

I was sitting behind the desk and he was infront of it, with his hands resting on the hard dark wood holding in his arms all the weight of his back. His posture was threatening, strong and bossy. All his body lenguage said he was furious. And his nosetrils slightly moved with his rapid breathes.

I saw a thought cross his mind and a second later he had raised up his right arm, ready to hit me. I instinctively closed my eyelids waiting for the colapse and I heard Dan releasing a breathe. After a few seconds nothing happened so I opened my eyes and saw everyone looking expectant and some of the guys even gave me pitying looks. My eyes moved towards his again and he was yet with his hand up and staring at me. His eyes still empty. He turned around facing me with his back.

-Another mistake like today and we are all fucking dead, in jail or in that bloody asylum, you understand? I won't go back to that hellhole again! I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY MORE FALLACYS! So I hope for the good of all this company, next time will be perfect. Am I clear?

A determinated chorus of 'yes Sir' was heard. Then he came back to the same position as before, infront of me.

-Everybody leave. NOW! -He stabbed his eyes on mine while he spoke, his voice thick and low, dropping danger with every word. I knew he was telling me to stay with his eyes. I knew him. And he knew that.

Immediatly all the men in the room left without a word and Dan gave me a last look. Oh fucking hell I was in so much trouble. Why couldn't I just do things right?

My feet became the most interesting thing at the moment so I didn't dare look at anything else. I felt him move around the room. Hearing his footsteps walking away from me and going to his comfortable lilac love seat. Minutes passed and I didn't heard his heavy breathes anymore. I took this as a signal to peer at him. He was indeed more calm now, his arms resting on the arms of the couch and he was reposing with his eyes closed and his long legs stretched.

I hold the little brave in me and stood up silently walking slowly and cautionsly to him. I observed him a little more and decided to sit in his lap, knowing I could end in the floor at any instant.

No reaction.

I leaned in closer. A second of doubt and I pressed my lips against the pale skin of his neck. My eyelids closed at the contact. I loved his body as much as I loved him.

When I pulled back his eyes were waiting for mines. His expression was serious although his make up drawing a red smile.

-I am sorry Mistah J...

-Good. You should.

My lips pouted and I looked down. I hated making him upset. His hand took my chin and made me look at him.

-You. You are lucky you are so cute, Puddin. Otherwise you would be alredy dead.-he made a pause and glared at me- 'Lucky you'... -he grinned while touching gently the tattoo on my skin with the words he just said. I couldn't stop the smile on my face. I loved him so much.

-Chst chst, Puddin. I'm still mad for what you've done. This will cost you and it won't be cheap.