Siren's Song (A Joker Story)

2: Orientation

I woke up and started to get ready, but then I paused to examine the room. I hadn't actually looked at it before, and it was actually pretty.

The walls were purple, a nice wispy design of a lighter purple paint on top of the dark paint made me feel like I was in a very rich home. The carpets were a tacky light green, but they complimented the purple walls. The bed had purple sheets, the pillows and fitted sheet were black, and the frame of the bed was wood that had been painted black as well.

The light was a small but pretty chandelier. It looked pretty pricey.

I headed over to the vanity mirror and found a black box on the table in front of it. I opened it and took everything out of it, finding a variety of makeup. Eye shadow of every color, eyeliner and mascara of every color, different types of blush and different colored lip glosses and lipsticks. I decided to do a heavy smoky eye look making my hazel eyes pop, accompanied with a bold red lipstick. My hair still had some curls from the day before, so I let my hair down. It dropped down to my lower back.

I opened my drawers to find the typical henchmen mask and typical henchmen clothes and frowned.

I recalled the night before when Harley showed me exactly what my job was: Making sure newbies settled in, made sure everyone was comfortable with each other, made sure to get to know them. Build a relationship with them while letting them realize who the boss was, and making sure to see their flaws, and making sure they worked on it.

I had a feeling that the normal henchmen clothes weren't what I'd actually be wearing, so why did I have them in my drawers? Before I could touch the clothing, my door swung open, Harley meeting my curious gaze.

"Mistah J needs to see ya. Don't touch those clothes. Just wear ya pj's."

I looked down at my pj's. A black v-neck with white polka dots and black silk pajama pants. I sighed and reluctantly followed.  

When we entered the Joker's office, I felt disgusted. The stench of blood was heavy, and I turned to find blood spattered all over the walls in sort of a maniacal décor that sort of fit the scene.

The wooden floors were a very slick brown expensive looking type of wood that was kept pristine. He was clean, just a little sadistic with the wall décor.

The desk the Joker sat at was piled so heavy with different types of blueprints and notes packed so high I could barely see the tuft of slimey green hair of his.

He rolled to the side of his desk and lightly pushed papers aside when we entered the room. Harley turned her back and left the room, muttering as she left.

"I gave all the henchmen names, here's the list." He handed me a paper that not only had all the pictures of the henchmen, but their names and their new nicknames that the Joker gave them. "You get a name, too."

I thought for a moment. "You also gave Harley a name?"

He snickered. "Her name was boring, I spiced it up a little. What's your name again, doll?"

"Adora Vand."

"Adora. . .Hm. . . .Well, I adore ya!" he started laughing, and I couldn't help but crack a smile. "Hm. . ." he sighed, and went quiet, staring at me.

"I-"

"WAIT!" he started to laugh, throwing all the papers off of his desk to jump on top of it and lean towards me, nearly losing his balance and falling. "You have red hair like a mermaid. You're beautiful, petite. I know what to call you. Siren!"

"Siren? Like the women in Mythology who would lure men to their death?" I thought for a moment and gasped. "Holy shit, it's perfect."

"Siren." He smirked. "You're beautiful, and you'll lure men to their death." He leaned back, falling back onto his chair, and sighed. "Wow. I'm amazing."

"That was pretty awesome."

He smirked. "Go keep the henchmen in line, Siren."

I grinned. "It'd be my pleasure."

I started to walk out but The Joker stopped me.

"You need to get started on a costume. What colors did you want to use?"

"Ocean blue and seaweed green."

"Brilliant! Okay, I'll have Harley draw one up, then disregard it and make a new one because she'll make you look like shit. No problem!" he cackled. He was right, though. I smirked, turning back to the living room. I walked in to find all the henchmen watching tv. I checked the chart.

"Sin! Laughs!"

A girl with a short haircut and tattoos on her neck and a man with shaggy hair and ear piercing looked up from their spots on the couch. "Work on your aim, you'll be needed for the next heist." They got up, sighing and complaining lowly before leaving. "Now, Giggles, Sherbet!"

A petite girl with long brown hair looked up from her spot on the floor, another girl with multicolored hair also looked up. "You both need to work on strength."

"Excuse me, bitch, you're a newbie, we were here long before you!" Sherbet spoke, getting up to come at me with a knife. I smacked the knife away and grabbed her by the neck, slamming her against the wall.

"You listen to me. The Joker put me in charge."

"Oh, what? You're slut #2?"

I snickered, my grip tightening. "Let me relay that question to The Joker, let's see what he thinks about it."

Her eyes held fear now, she started fighting to get free. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry, I'll go!"

I let go and threw her to the floor, glaring down at her. "NOW!" She scrambled to get up and ran. Giggles looked at me with wide, green eyes.

I smiled. "Go join her, please."

She got up and ran just as fast as Sherbet did.

I had to keep these guys in line. There was no way I was getting fired or killed for doing a poor job.