The Joker Imagines (Jared Leto)

Who Is He? Pt 5 (Final)

He carried me to the back of the building where a useless unlighted passage was. He pushed me against the wall.

—Let me go you frea—with one hand he covered my mouth my screams becoming just muffled sounds.

—So you are back hu, little slut? You need to learn some rules don't you think, little shit?! —he was disgusting in every fucking way. And he was so mad only getting me more and more frightened. —That useless woman you have for a mother never taught you how to treat adults, didn't she?

From one moment to another I was on the floor for the punch he had thrown at me. I let out a pained cry and hold my right hand to my face where he had hit me.

—Always talking back like if you had permission even to breathe! —another punch in my way. I tried to run but he grabbed me by my shoulder and pushed me anew against the solid wall.

—You think you can do whatever you please... Maybe because the little girl didn't had a father? —my eyes widened at this. It wasn't enough to torture me physically he also wanted to torture me emotionally. —Owww poor thing you! —he enjoyed even more the reaction he was getting from is words.

—Maybe if you had had a man in the house you'd know how to behave, little slut. Oh but don't worry... I'm gonna show you how. —As I was on the deck again he kicked me. —You think you can ran off whenever things get ugly, hu?! Well it's not that way, slut! You owe me respect!

—Please... stop... I'm sorry... —I was a crying mess at that point. My begging just coming in whishpers. I hated this so much.

—Yes you better be, bitch!

—I think ya are the one who's going to be sorreh. —another voice added. Then a click was heard and right after a mad laughter.

I looked up from the ground and stared astonished at the green haired psycho. He was holding a gun against Paul's temple. Paul stopped moving and frozed in his place not moving a muscle. The Joker started walking slowly around him, mocking him. Enjoying every second of the terror of Paul.

—Were you having fun, mhm? I really am sorry to interrupt but you were playing with something of my property and... I can't allow that ya know... —he shook his index finger from his right hand wich had a purple glove.

—Wh-who are you? —Paul was fucking trembling with fear.

He started bennin and Paul frowned.

—Who am I...? You can call me Mr. J. Also known as... the Joker —another crazy laughter. —But that's not what matters here, is it? —the crazy clown cocked his head and glued his gaze to Paul's, injecting him more dread. 

Two black dressed man stood a few feets behind us, the Joker nodded his head with a grunt and one of the men got closer handing him a knife exchanging it for the gun. The moment his white tattooed hand held the blade his lips drew a new creepy smile. He was enjoying this so much, like a child gambling in a playground on the park. He truly seemed like a little boy trapped in an adult body.

I was feeling a lot of pain but I didnt know what to do, I should've been running away from all this crazy men. Albeit I just remained still on the floor watching attentively the scene developing infront of me.

—I'm gonna have my fun now, if you don't mind ya know... Is not fair that you get to play and the Joker doesn't, mhm?

Paul closed forcefully his eyes waiting for the worst. When he had had the gun pressed he knew he was in deep shit. But for the Joker it wasn't that easy. Oh no... He said he wanted to play, and for anyone who lived in Gotham or at least read the newspaper would know what this criminal was capable of doing, he would torture Paul till he whished he had just shooted him.

-x-

Fifteen minutes was the time I witnessed the man who's blood run in my veins cut, hit and torture the beast that had beaten me up twice. Paul's screams were something I would never forget but as fuckep up as it sounds a part of me had enjoyed it. I was content because the bastard had what he deserved. After one slow long cut all along his right cheek the Joker bent down, due to Paul standing on his knees, and talked in paul's ear.

—This doesn't end here, pal. I really enjoy this but I don't want my daughter watching all of this, I think is enough for now. I will finish with you later...—he nodded to his men and they took Paul to the blue car I had seen.

I barely paid attention to that though. I was in a trance. He... he had called me his daughter. He said it. He recognised it. He... he had accepted me. Taers of joy mixed with the ones of fear and pain. I couldn't belive this was really happening. I had a dad. Finally after all of this years I found my dad. I was so overwelmed. I felt warm in my heart. From one second to another everything felt different. I blinked and the world was different. All my surrounding had become from a dark cold and empty city to a warmer welcoming life. Of course it wasn't the real world changing. But it was mine's. My world, my life had changed. And for the very first time in a logn long time I wanted to live.

I looked up and found those blue iced eyes looking deep into me. I smiled and he returned it. I have never seen him so human.

—Why the tears, little girl? —then he frowned, held up one hand and gently, almost so much I hardly felt it, stroked around my right eye (that was probably turning purple).

I laughed and he smiled wider. Suddenly with a wave of force I found in my body, I jumped ignoring my pain and hugged him by his neck. I could feel him rigid at first and I bet his face had a confused expression. But it just took a moment for him to react. I closed my eyes and sighed peacefully when I felt his harms around my waist embracing me like nodoby had ever done.

Yes he was crazy, he was mental. He was sick. He had abnormal white skin because of chemicals, he painted and dressed himself as a clown, he killed people, hundreds and hundreds, children even; he tortured people. But this man, this person in front of me had saved my life twice. He had defended me. He had protected me. Me. His daughter. The person he had created despite not have been planned. Although his mental illness he had been capable of understand who I was and do something about it. Yes it had took him some time but ultimately he did. And who was this psycothic man? Who is he? He, is my father.