The Joker | Scaramouche

𝟏𝟏 | 𝐃𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

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"Ouch! Ow, ow! What did I ever do to your ancestors?!" Y/n cried out, her eyes shut in pain. Her right ear was bent as two slender fingers pinched them, the soft skin turning a bright red. The man harrumphed with furrowed brows, his expression chilling and strict.

"Fool, I am the ancestor! Why did you go scurrying out in the open in the city?! Do you know how hard it is to approach you in broad daylight?" Scaramouche hissed. "If we ever get discovered lurking here, the Knights of Favonius will surely stalk us to no end! And when that time comes, the first one I'm going to grill on a pan is you."

His threat was like puffs of clouds streaming through Y/n's ears as she snorted in amusement. With a bored face, she stared right into the harbinger's eyes before sticking her middle finger up.

"You might as well fuck me on the grill. Why cook me when you can just take me right there and then, you coward."

With an inaudible gasp, Scaramouche gritted his teeth before slapping the girl's offensive hand away. He did not know what the sign meant but he didn't sense any goodwill from it.

"You shameless clown!" he seethed.

"Oh my Archons, how did you know I'm a shameless clown?!" Y/n gasped dramatically, a hand over her round open mouth. "I even fucked Diluc and Kaeya, oh how shameless I am..."

She wept, a hand covered her face and her mischievous smirk. What she didn't expect was how Scaramouche snapped and pinned her on the ground, his bloodshot eyes clear as day under the sunlight.

The grass tickled Y/n's cheeks as she flinched at the sudden force on top of her. She slowly opened her blurry eyes to see the short yet strong man's scary expression.

"What did you just say?" his deep whisper sent chills down her spine and she gulped, wanting to shrink into the dirt and let the darkness envelop her. She wanted to escape from the monster in front of her.

Scaramouche being in front of her, Mother Earth behind, and the cloth of the hat blocking her left and right side, she had no chance to escape. The only solution was to confront him.

"I said I'm a shameless clown, so what?" Though it was supposed to come off as intimidating and annoyed, Y/n found herself trembling and what came out was a small voice that sounded too soft to be hers.

She was astounded by her sudden change than the powerful grip that pinned her reddened wrists on the open field. She was lucky that they weren't in town but rather a few miles away from the city gates.

"Not that. You said you fucked-"

"Oh, that? Yeah, Diluc and Kaeya-"

"I don't care who it is. Nobody touches you. Nobody. You are mine. Mine. Mine..." Scaramouche's voice shook and slowly grew louder. Y/n started to become concerned and then noticed a shadow right above him, slowly growing.

"Watch out!"

With a single outstretched hand, a bright purple flash pierced through the air and the Dendro slime was blasted into smithereens. Y/n took the chance to pry her arm out of his grip and pushed him off, huffing as she jumped up.

With a glare, she began,

"Listen here, you toxic yandere piece of scum, I ain't yours. Don't think you are all that shit just because you were assigned to look after me. Why are you even angry at me fucking someone? Is it any of your business? Do you like me or something? Man, I hope not."

She took in a deep breath before shouting. "I hate men like you! If you aren't going to treat me with respect then you don't deserve or expect dog shit from me! You got that!?"

Scaramouche stood there, stunned at the girl's outburst. She stomped away, too furious to look back.

The harbinger could only stare down at the grass, his hat blocking his blank face. For some odd reason, he couldn't figure out why certain words lingered in his mind.

Do you like me or something?

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"You said what?!" La Signora slammed a wooden table, her eyes wide in disbelief. After the whole ordeal with Scaramouche, Y/n's first thought was to run to her older sister figure, La Signora, and tell her about everything.

"Yup, that was me. I said it. Me, the one and only!" the Joker stuck her nose up proudly, crossing her arms with a smirk.

"You never fail to surprise me..."

"Man, I even surprise myself sometimes. It kinda scares me..." Y/n quietly spoke before shaking her head. "Anyway, I'm glad I managed to escape from that moose man but I feel like I messed up big time..."

"You showed him that women aren't to he played around with. You did not mess up at all. That brat needed to be taught a lesson anyway," the Fair Lady smiled, patting Y/n's head. Her smooth hand slowly entangled with the scarlet locks before pausing at the ends of her hair.

"Your wrists..."

Her low voice caused Y/n to snap out of her trance. It has been so long since she experienced affection from someone so she just had to relish the moment. Especially since it was from La Signora.

"He pinned me to the ground..." she mumbled, a dull ache throbbing around her wrists. They had turned a light shade of purple. The color reminded her of Scaramouche, which irritated her. It felt like a cursed mark.

"Anyway, enough about him. Is it tomorrow morning?" you whispered, careful to not let anyone hear. They registered in an inn to stay for the day using fake names so they wouldn't be sniffed out easily but it wouldn't hurt to be careful.

With a firm nod and curved lips, the woman replied, "Tomorrow morning, the dandelion will have its seeds seized."