Info:The Joker decides to take revenge on Captain Griggs after he abused and tortured Harley. This is set after Harley gets rescued from Belle Reve.-
Warning: Dark content ahead.
<<<Griggs P.O.V>>>
I could feel the rapid pulse of my veins in my head as a nauseous feeling overcame me. My throat stung and my head pounded with an aching headache, not like any I have ever had. My palms were wet and I could feel beads of sweat begin to roll down the back of my neck. My eyes soon began to part, but the world around me began to swirl and my vision became blurry. The sickening feeling in my stomach began to grow and suddenly I coughed up all the remains of my food to the side. They were projected all over the floor as I choked on my own breath.
My arms and feet were strapped to a hard chair, restraining my movement as I soon began to scan the area. The room was lit with a small overhanging lightbulb above my head, casting an eery shadow across the rest of the room. I couldn't see any walls, just a cold metal floor. My head began to swarm with worried thoughts, my eyes frantically looked around the warehouse-type room for anyone who could help, or a way out. But the rest of the room sat in darkness, not a single soul in sight.
My lips parted to speak but no words came out. My mouth was bone dry and my throat stung whenever I attempted to form any sentences. Only hoarse and desperate groans and whines came out. It felt like a nightmare, not being able to move or scream for help. Maybe it was a nightmare? I couldn't remember anything else from before, as if I had completely blacked out.
Soon enough my mouth became less dry and I was able to speak but only in low whispers. "Hello?" My voice echoed throughout the large empty space. I shook in the chair, hoping I could loosen the restraints or escape but to no avail. They were very tight and I could feel bruises begin to form at my ankles and wrists.
The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand as a sinister and dark chuckle echoed throughout the room. My blood ran cold at the infamous and recognisable tone. The Joker. I instantly began to shake and squirm in the chair, my mind becoming numb with fear as the only thought that ran through my head was to escape.
I looked around frantically, until a glimmer in front of me caught my eye. His metallic grill appeared in the light, followed by his ruby red lips. Grinning mockingly at my direction. My ears began to ring with the sound of my heartbeat. He stepped forward into the light, the sound of a switchblade causing me to freeze. He wore a purple tuxedo, with a green matching shirt and shoes. The metal of the sharp blade shimmered in the light as the click of his footsteps grew. The beat of my heart grew louder with each agonising step he took.
His eyes were wild and unpredictable as he stared at me, his wide grin was skin-crawling.
His vibrant green hair was slicked back without a strand out of place.
"We meet again." His voice was cheery but dark at the same time as he emphasised the word 'again' just to prolong this terrifying experience.
"J-J-Jo..." The word would not form, as if my brain had stopped working completely and had given up.
I'm almost sure his grin grew wider, if that was even possible, at the sound of my pathetic stuttering. "J-J-J-J-JOKER!" He bellowed causing me to jump in the seat at his sudden raise in tone. It didn't help that you could hear the chair screech across the ground at my sudden movements. He howled in laughter, head raised to the ceiling as he clutched his stomach tightly.
He quickly composed himself, wiping away stray tears from his eyes. "I thought we were friends?" He questioned shooting me a confused glare as he stood just a foot away from my trembling frame.
I didn't answer him, just stared blankly as my life flashed before my eyes and I realised my faith. I would die at the hands of this lunatic. I was stupid to think I could undermine him.
"Giving me the silent treatment?" He pouted his bottom lip before closing the gap and straddling my lap. The switchblade was held dangerously close to my right cheek.
"I-I never meant to hurt her." I muttered, casting my eyes down and away from his intense gaze.
My ears rang with the deafening laugh that followed. I could feel him shake as the sound bounced off the walls until it soon died down to a dark chuckle. "You never meant to hurt her." He spat with a deep growl as he stood up from my lap, flipping the blade in his hand.
Before I could even think the switchblade flew out of his grasp and lodged itself deep in my shoulder as I let out a scream laced with pain and fear. I could feel the burning sensation in my shoulder. Every inch I moved a pain shot threw my entire body like flames. I began to perspire more now and I could feel small drops of water roll down my forehead, blurring my vision as they fell into my eyes.
"I don't think she would agree with you Griggy." With that he raised his hands to his mouth and whistled. Like an owner beckoning their loyal dog.
Out of the shadows came another crazy clown, and for some reason, I was more petrified than before. She wore a red and black sequinned dress and her face was heavily done up. She had a grin from ear to ear as her platinum hair sat on one shoulder in wavy locks.
"Oh how the tables have turned!" She giggled insanely, skipping over to the Joker. She looked at me with a wink before wrapping her hands around his neck and kissing him. He purred into the kiss which made me want to puke again all over their smug faces.
They eventually broke away, with red lipstick smeared across both their mouths. "You're so kind to have him all tied up for me." She smirked, gliding a hand down his pale cheek.
"Anything for you..." He replied with a lustful growl. He wrapped his hands around her waist and began to push her towards me. Jesus these two need to get a room fast before they have fucking sex right in front of me.
She turned away from him and stalked closer. She began to pout slightly when she noticed the knife wedged into my shoulder. "I thought you would leave him untouched." She narrowed her eyes slightly as her hand began to fiddle with the knife. I let out a gasp at the sudden contact as my shoulder burned.
"You don't know what he said darlin'." The Joker walked towards her and stood directly behind her and whispered in her ear. The words were inaudible but I can only imagine it was something worse than what actually happened.
Harley's expression changed severely as he left her side. She glared at me with pure hatred, and those fiery, piercing eyes. In the blink of an eye her hand was behind her waist, and she backhanded me across the cheek whilst simultaneously screaming, "Jerk!". My face began to burn and sting as I could feel where her large rings made contact with my cheek.
I could hear the Jokers dark chuckle behind me, as his hands soon found my shoulders. I immediately jerked up as soon as his cold fingers skimmed over the knife. "I'll be taking that back." He whispered taking a firm hold of the knife as I shook my head repeatedly. With a slow and agonising move he began to twist it out of my flesh, making sure to twirl it as he did so. I tried to hold back the screams that threatened to escape but Harley found some duct tape and plastered a piece over my mouth. I winced as he eventually pulled it out, wiping it clean off my clothes which I noticed were what I wear to nightclubs or casinos.
"My dear Harley here, will be taking care of you from now on," He bellowed in a theatrical tone as his hand was raised to show her off. She giggled from the attention. "Treat her with the same amount of respect as you gave me..." He whispered in my ear as I tugged my head away from him.
She suddenly jumped in my line of sight with what appeared to be a tattoo gun?! I shook my head as I pleaded and begged but they just came out as muffled cries from the tape sealing my mouth. She held the gun at my forehead, a look of thought and concentration as she began to think of what to write. Suddenly her face lit up and the blade met my skin. I squirmed under the pain but she sat on my lap, holding me down as I squinted my eyes, hoping they would just kill me already. But they don't work like that, they torture someone, then kill them. I heard from one of their goons who I was friends with, they tortured someone for 7 days straight. I just hope I don't get that type of 'care'.
I could feel the blood trickle down my head until it rolled under the tape and went straight into my mouth. The taste of the iron made me feel nauseous for the second time. She finally sat back to admire her assumed horrendous work. I grimaced at the thought of what it could be.
"Perfection!" She giggled, walking away from me and back into the shadows as I strained to see what she was doing. I could hear the clink of metal which sounded like a tray and then she approached me again. This time in her hand she held a crowbar, dripping with blood from another victim (Wanna guess who?) "Puddin' forgot to clean it..." She sighed to herself as she let out a shrug.
She grinned manically at me, her eye contact never once faltering. Her hand raised and lowered the crowbar off her other hand intimidatingly. "Do you know the most painful place to brake?" She asked but she knew I couldn't answer. I had no clue anyways, but I guess I'm going to find out. She raised the bar over her head and brought it down with great force onto my right knee. A sickly crack was heard and my eyes widened with the pain that shot right through me and up my spine. I let out muffled cries as she began to raise it above her head for the second time, and brought it down onto my left knee. The loud and unsettling crack caused her to grin wildly at me.
I could already feel my legs going limp and my body began to shut down. I felt like fainting and wished I would, just so I wouldn't have to feel this pain anymore. She left again, back into the shadows as my ears were met with the skin crawling sound of metal colliding with metal. She stood back into the light holding a very familiar taser...
"Do you wanna know how I got this?" She asked waving it tauntingly in my face as I shook my head and turned away from her haunting state. "Look. At. Me," She ordered and I didn't refuse. Knowing she had a fully loaded weapon in her hand. She smiled as my gaze met hers. She sat on my lap, straddling me as the taser sat at my neck, the sound of the buzzing ringing in my ear. What is with them both sitting on peoples laps? "You keep it in your apartment, on the low, oak coffee table, right opposite the TV. I must say, I was slightly disappointed at the lack of decorating. You're lucky I didn't decide to wake you right there and then!" She laughed causing me to freeze. I was in my apartment when she was snooping?!
Before I could register what was going on a bolt of electricity shot through my body, heating my neck immensely. I shook violently under her as she just had enough time to step back off my lap. My brain started to numb and every muscle in my body burned and stiffened. She kept going for a good minute before releasing the button with a viscous growl. My head fell to my shoulder and the last thing I remembered was her and the Joker arguing in front of me before I blacked out.
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Thank you to sparklyperson for the request! Part two is coming next!
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