You're being captured/kidnapped by his enemy.
This chapter will be available only for Joker, Rick Flag and Deadshot.
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J O K E R
You always thought about the consequences of being the Joker's girlfriend. But since you both were already together for almost two years, nothing happened, so you thought it would stay in that way.
But you were wrong.
Joker always reminded you not to walk alone especially at night, it would be dangerous because you didn't know how to defense yourself. But that night, you went to the store to grab a few things.
"All went well", that was what you could say but when a few men came and towered over you, your back was pressed against the wall- you knew you were screwed.
They didn't mind your cries nor your screams. As they hit you on the head, your vision darkened.
That was how you ended up in this small, dark and dirty room. Your hands were tied on the chair so you couldn't escape.
"I thought Joker's girlfriend would be more... Violent?"
You quickly looked up, finding the source of the harsh voice. You saw a man in suit, was walking towards you with another two men behind him. A smirk was dancing on his lips.
"I've never thought the girl would be you, so sweet and kind."
He mumbled, eyeing you from up and down. You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat, obviously angry and scared at the same time.
"Let me go."
You stated sternly. The man laughed at you and patted your shoulder softly.
"Why would I let you go, sweetheart? You'll stay. Now, be good, would you?"
He said before leaving the room. The two men didn't follow him, they waited with you in the room. You screamed for help but you knew there was no use.
R I C K F L A G
Rick has been on a mission for almost two weeks now and you couldn't help but missing him like crazy.
"When will you come home?"
You pouted, while talking to him through the cellphone. He chuckled and it created a small smile on your face.
"I'll be home soon, love. I promise."
That night, you tried to sleep but you couldn't. You felt uneasy and suddenly you wanted to cry. You calmed yourself down and told yourself that everything will be alright even if your husband wasn't there for you.
But then, a loud noise was heard from your kitchen. You were doubting whether you wanted to go look or not. As you wanted to leave your room, someone hit your head with something hard and your vision went black.
"Rick?"
Your voice was hoarse. Your eyes shot open and you realized that you weren't in your room. You panicked and it only got worse when you noticed that your legs and hands were tied on the bed. It wasn't your bed.
"Oh, his princess is awake."
You heard a voice, making your eyes widen. Footsteps could be heard and you were sure there was more than a man that were walking towards you.
"Helo, princess. How are you feeling?"
One of those three men said to you, a sly smirk on his lips. You felt like you could punch his face right now if your hands weren't tied.
"I'm feeling like being kidnapped."
You answered, trying to sound bold. He chuckled and patted his friend's arm. His friend walked over to you and sat beside you in the bed.
"Calm down, Y/N. We're not gonna hurt you. We're just gonna mess with you. That's all."
He told you. You gritted your teeth, trying to contain the anger that was bubbling inside your chest.
"What have I done to all of you?"
Your voice cracked. The man that kept silent since they came in, finally opened his mouth.
"Nothing, Y/N. Absolutely nothing."
He gave you a simple answer then he walked out of the room with his friend. They left you with the man that was talking to you first.
"I'm James---"
"I don't care who you are."
You spat, surprising the man who called himself 'James'. He chuckled darkly and shook his head.
"You do care, princess. Because you'll be staying here with me for a long time."
He caressed your face with his hands. You wished you could slap him, but you couldn't.
"I am not your princess. Don't call me that."
You was obviously disgusted by the nickname that James has given you. He came closer to you, making fear built in your chest. There was no other people in the room--- just you and him.
"That colonel is surely one lucky bastard to have you as his wife."
He smirked. You frowned when you heard about your husband.
"What do you want from me?"
You were hoping for an answer, but instead of answering you--- James pressed his lips against yours forcefully. Your eyes widen as you tried to pull away. He laughed when he saw your reaction.
"Let's just say Flag has messed with me and you're just too important to him so I've got to take you from him."
A tear rolled down your cheek and there was no voice coming out of your mouth. You had no idea what to say.
"At first, I was going to kill you. But now, I think I'm going to make you mine."
D E A D S H O T
Your face was splashed with water, making you jolt awake and gasped. A man grabbed you by hair, pulling you close to him. You just realized that your hands were handcuffed.
"Hello, Y/N."
The man greeted you, a sly smirk tugged on his lips. He let go of your hair and you fell back on the cold metal chair, your legs were tied.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?!"
You shouted, tears pooled in your eyes. He laughed and shook his head in pity.
"Calm down, would you?"
He raised his eyebrows. You cursed under your breathe as you could see he was just playing with you.
"What do you want?!"
You screamed at him again. Little did you know, you were awaking the beast inside of him. He stomped towards you and wrapped his hand around your throat, choking you.
"Shut up, you little whore! You're nothing more than just a piece of shit for me so don't you dare to yell at me like that."
He warned, anger filled his eyes as he looked sharply at you. You couldn't hide the fear that was building in your chest. He let go of you and chuckled darkly.
"If Deadshot followed my instructions, you won't be in this situation. Blame him."
He told you. Your eyes widen--- this was all because of your boyfriend?
"You're gorgeous but that's not enough when I lost half of a million to your damn boyfriend."
He traced your skin with his fingers. You wanted to fight, but you knew you weren't strong enough. You didn't notice when he had a blade in his hand but you knew it as you felt it pierced against your arm.
"No, what are you---"
You closed your eyes and tried to hold back the pain. But as he cut deeper in your skin, you started to scream. Blood was gushing out of your wound and he started to move to your face.
"Please, don't."
You cried out. He didn't seems to care at all. He ran the blade on your cheek--- gently at first, but then he went deeper. It would be such an ugly scar, but the pain was concerned you more.
"No, it hurts. Please stop.."
You begged, tears flooded in your eyes. He threw the blade away and you thought he was done torturing you. But that wasn't it.
He curled his hand in fist and punched your stomach. Tears streamed down your face as you couldn't take the pain anymore.
You were so weak, and you had no hope that Floyd will come and save you. You weren't sure if he knows that you were taken.
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i'm too lazy to do for others and this has been in drafts for so long i just have to post it now. sorry if it's trash.