Damaged Beyond Repair (Joker Fanfiction)

Chapter Six: Stay

"I don't belong to anyone, J." I clenched my jaw, thinking about how preposterous it was that he was under the impression that I belonged to him!

"Oh, but you do. You might not realize it Cara, but you're mine. And I don't particularly like sharing." He chuckled and stood up, walking towards me. I nervously backed up until I felt my back press against the wall, making another shiver run through me. He kept walking until he had me cornered, his eyes staring into mine.

"I don't know where you got that idea, but you're wrong. I'm not an object that you can own. I'm not one of your little toys," I spat, getting a bit bolder.

"Careful how you talk to me, Cara." He placed his hands on the wall beside me, utterly boxing me in and giving me nowhere to go. I clutched my towel tighter, afraid that it might fall. He leaned in, so close that our noses were nearly touching. My head started swimming and I realized that I wasn't breathing. I couldn't breathe with him standing so close.

"I told you," I said slowly, trying to keep my voice steady, "you don't own me."

"And yet you act so tense when I'm this close to you. It's okay to admit it, doll. I see you staring all the time." His eyes glanced down at my lips, and for one, fleeting moment, it seemed like he was going to kiss me. Even more worrisome, I wanted him to kiss me. My heart was racing in my chest and my lips were tingling, but just as I started to lean in he pulled away, laughing maniacally.

"See you around, princess." With that he left, shutting the door behind him, and I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor. I stared blankly ahead, wondering what had come over me just now. Was I really about to kiss the Joker?! And why did I feel upset that he'd left before I could do so?

This place must be really screwing with my mind. I shook my head angrily and dropped my towel, hurriedly getting dressed before the Joker could barge in again. I got a sudden burst of courage and decided that I would confront him. I would march down those stairs and demand to know what his problem was and why he kept toying with my emotions. I wanted to know why he was really keeping me here, and I wouldn't accept any of the bullshit that he wanted to spout about merely being "interested" in me. I wasn't some object to be ogled. I was a human being, and I expected to be treated as such!

I marched down the stairs, my expression set and my hands clenched into fists. I started talking as soon as I rounded the corner of the stairwell.

"Listen J, I don't know what you're trying to get at, but I've had enough of your silly gam--" I stopped talking when I spotted the two henchmen from before standing by the front door, guns over their shoulders. Dennis and Colin. I instantly blushed in embarrassment when I realized they were staring at me. "Oh, you're not J..." I mumbled, letting out a deep breath of disappointment. The one on the left, Dennis or Colin, I didn't know which, let out a deep chuckle.

"Of course we're not. Boss went on a run with the guys, left us here to watch you," the one that laughed said. Right. Of course he did.

"Oh... okay then. Sorry I interrupted." I awkwardly turned around and walked back upstairs, cursing myself for how careless I'd been. I should've known I couldn't just walk downstairs and start making demands to the Joker himself. This would require a lot more planning, and it would require him being in a good mood, something that rarely ever happened.

I laid on my bed for what felt like hours, running through different scenarios in my head. How would I be able to talk to the Joker while keeping him in one place? Anytime I asked him a question that would lead into a deeper conversation he seemed to find an excuse to run off or excuse himself, or even change the subject so he wouldn't have to talk about it.