The Joker's Princess (Joker X Reader)

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The whole ride was spent in silence. My arms wrapped around my body tightly as I try to rationalize the situation I was currently in. The Joker sat in front of me, his eyes staring intensely at me and I squirmed uncomfortably.

His fingers tap against one another, the sound of his elastic gloves was the only real audible thing in the van. Two of his henchmen sat beside him, their ugly clown mask glaring at me yet I couldn't tell if they were truly looking at me.

I look back at the Joker and his lips turn up into a smile. "So my Princess, enjoying the ride?"

My mouth forms a firm line and I glare at him. "Really? Are you seriously asking that?!"

He cackles and nudges his men who awkwardly sit there. "You hear that boy's? So much, sass! In such a pretty little girl," he leans forward and licks his lips. "I'm going to have fun with you," his voice turns dark and his dark brown eyes seem to bore deeply into mine.

My soulmark began to itch and I felt like ants were crawling up and down my body. I tried not to show how he affected my body because I knew that's exactly what he wanted. I settled for leaning back against the van wall and crossing my arms and legs.

The ride continues for a few more minutes before it suddenly came to a halt. I wasn't prepared for the stop and I ended up flying forward and onto the van floor. "Owe," I mutter, pushing myself back up. Above me I hear a growl, and a pair of strong arms help me up.

"Damn driver," The Joker grumbles angrily. "You okay doll?"

I accepted his help on instinct, and once I was fully upright again, I pushed him away frimley. "I'm fine," I mumble through my teeth.

The door to the back opens up to reveal two more clown masks. The Joker grabs a bag and hands it to me. "Put this over your face."

I look at him in disbelief. "Are you--."

His eyes flash darkly. "I am not crazy."

I narrow my eyes. "I was going to say insane."

"Call me what you want, the bag goes over your face." The tone in his voice meant he wasn't joking and I grab the bag reluctantly. I place it over my head and I soon heard the sound of a diluted gunshot and a body hit the floor. I jumped; it must have been the driver. With my body tense, I feel myself being lift up into his arms. I hold onto him tightly, ignoring the feeling of content my body seemed to produce. My mind on the other hand was on high alert, my ears trying to pick up on anything that could tell me where I was.

As he walked, I could hear the faint roar of a train; great we could be anywhere in Gotham. I hear the sound of doors opening and his footsteps became louder as his heels hit against what I could guess was wooden floors.

I feel his body start walking up the stairs and I was actually surprised at how well he carried me. We finally arrived to the top and he walked a few more feet before another door was opened. Once he walked through it, I felt my body be lowered to the ground.

"Welcome to your new home!" I felt the bag being ripped from my head and I braced myself to see an ugly scary room.

I slowly open my eyes, and was surprised to see a modern apartment. There was a small kitchen, living space and two doors I would assume we're a bedroom and bathroom. The floor was wooden and the furniture was simple yet completely furnished.

The only thing that was weird about the place was that there were no windows. My mouth drops open, was this really where he lived?

He must have saw my surprised expression because he let out a giggle. "Surprised princess? What did you expect? Torture devices?"