The Joker Imagines (Jared Leto)

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"What is that doing here?" The man covered in tattoos and piercings snarled, looking down at you with disrespect. "Do something useful, kid, and fetch me a drink." Your pierced eyebrow rose. Did the man mean you? You looked around, no one else was in the VIP-Lounge beside you and the negotiating partner.

You gave him a fake smile and nodded. "Of course, Sir." You left the lounge and made your way to the bar, ordering a last drink for the man. You knew he wouldn't survive the next ten minutes as you saw your infamous parents enter the VIP-Lounge.

"Muffin', what are you doing with the drink?" Your mother asked, frowning at the drink in your hand. You weren't legally allowed to drink yet and while your father didn't care about that, your mother was the strict one when it came to alcohol and drugs.

You saw the man stiffen in his seat and smirked, shoving the drink over the table to the man. "The man here told me to fetch him a drink."

The Joker's eyes narrowed. "You told my child to fetch you a drink?" He asked suddenly very serious, his red lips pressed into a tight line while his hands clutched his cane. "No one's telling my baby to fetch something. My baby is not a dog."

"I-I didn't know, J." The bigger man stuttered, lifted his hands and cleared his throat. "I thought that kid was yer employee."

"Oh so you didn't know!" Your father laughed and waved his hand and patted the man's cheek playfully. "And I guess you didn't know that that kid was your negotiation partner?"

You pouted.

"Oh Puddin', he hurt our Muffin's feelings." Harley fussed, her facial expression turning very serious. "Punish him. Punish him!"

"Hey, J... I didn't mean to dis-"

"Oh no no no no... I wouldn't dare to kill my baby's first negotiation partner." The Joker ignored the man. You knew your father wanted to hurt him so bad. He didn't like to be disrespected and most of all, he hated when someone disrespected his family.

"Actually." you began and you could see the sweat dripping down the man's forehead. With a smile you pulled out your pink gun and played with it carelessly. The man's life was in your hands. "I'd like him very dead, daddy." You pointed your gun at the man's head, closing one eye, toying with his fear. "But I know you like to play with him first."

You stepped back and sat down, a huge grin on your lips.

"I'm sorry, J., Harley."

"Stop with the pathetic chit chat." The Joker rolled his eyes and hit the man with his cane across the face. Harley cheered. "You come into my club and disrespect not only your negotiation partner but also my child." The Joker shook his head in fake disbelieve.

"J., man please..." He pleaded and cradled his cheek.

Your father hit him again, harder, leaving a bloody cut on the cheek. "Blah blah blah blaah. You bore us." He pulled out his gun and pushed it against the man's forehead, between his grey eyes. "Lets skip the playtime."

A loud bang followed his words. 

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