His Little Miss Perfect (The Joker/Jared Leto Fanfic)

Speak

~Haven's POV~

We rushed out the car and out the parking garage. The club was around the corner from where we parked in down town Gotham. Our heels were clicking against the concrete. We were hoping to be one of the ladies to get in.

We made it around the corner to a short line—maybe about ten ladies in line. We rushed behind them happily.
"We're in y'all," Nicole said with a wide grin.
"I never been to his VIP room," Amber said excitingly. "I look good?" She asked checking every part of her body.
"You look gorgeous girl," Nicole said for the millionth time that night.
I gave my usual smile letting Amber know that I agreed with Nicole.
"Shit I just want them drinks and food. Fuck those men. They just looking for ass anyway. Most of them have wives already–and The Joker, I don't want his crazy ass. I don't care how much money he has," Gabriella said looking at her phone.
"Girl, I don't care about no wife. As long as they taking care of me, they can have me any way they want with they wife on the side. Joker is who I really want though. He ain't with that Harley bitch. She couldn't handle him anyway. I can handle every inch of him," Nicole said licking her lips.
The sound of a powerful engine was heard from afar. I turned in the direction of the sound and I saw a purple Lamborghini coming full speed down the street. It made a complete stop in front of the entrance of the building. The doors flew up and the sound of the crowd cheering around me made me realize who was behind the wheel.

My lips slightly parted at the sight of him. His expression wasn't phased by the cheering crowd. He looked as if he was use to the attention. I only knew him to be hated by many, but from that night, I learned The Joker had a kingdom and was respected by many.

I couldn't feel the cold air anymore, it was replaced by the warmth of his presence. He was so many feet away, but close enough to keep my heart pumping–pumping with adrenaline to get closer to him.

After the cutting of the ribbon was done, him and his men walked inside the doors of the club. Nicole was so giddy it was sickening.
"We about to get in y'all! Y'all ready?!" She asked as we were moving further up the line.
I nodded my head following. The other girls agreed happily.
"Haven, get in front of me. You're the birthday girl!" Nicole said putting me in front of her.

They're mouths dropped when we walked inside. All our senses woke from their slumber as we slowly looked around. My feet walked on nothing but glass with fire underneath it. All the walls were purple with gold trimming. The chairs hadn't been set on. The cups hadn't been filled with liquor. You could smell the fresh paint with the hit of food probably coming from the best chefs. The music was crisp and loud, but the fire underneath the dance floor hadn't been covered by people yet. It was elegant and deadly all at once.

I walked up a glass staircase and at the top was a guard who gave us a VIP card.
"Keep this card with you for tonight to get back in here. Step in," he said to me.

My feet stepped upon another glass floor but underneath that floor was the actual club. There were white leather sofas big screen tv's. He had his own bartender, bathroom and some double doors which lead to something I didn't know about.

We all sat down on a sofa with a table in front of it.
"Champagne ladies, compliments of The Joker," the bartender greeted with an expressive bottle pouring the bubbly potion in our glasses.
"Thank you!" They all said in unison with my nod.

I let the drink hit my lips watching Joker from across the room with his men. His eyes showed pure danger as his crimson red lips moved over the music. He wore a gold blazer with a white dress shirt that showed just a hint of his tattooed bare chest. His ice blue eyes met mine and for that spit second I was engulfed in his world.

~Joker's POV~

"The weapons shipment from Dominguez is tomorrow boss."
I looked over at Maddox, my second right hand man next to Frost. "What time?"
"Ten o'clock boos."
"You and Frost will have to handle that transaction without me. I have to look at a property at that time tomorrow." I sat up, extending my index finger at both of them as a spoke. "Make sure you count and mark every single weapon before closing the deal. The Dominguez family can't be trusted. If there's one single weapon missing for the price I'm fucking paying, kill 'em."
"Gotcha boss," Maddox and Frost responded swiftly.
"We'll send you the details of the transaction when it's finished," Frost explained as he took a swig of his whiskey.
I sat back feeling the strength of someone's eyes on me. I looked across from where I was sitting and locked eyes with familiar eyes. I didn't remember where I could've possibly met the beauty from, but her striking chestnut brown eyes never left mine. The club lights danced upon her glowing almond skin and her dark curly hair only enhanced her powerful beauty.
Her friend distracted her making her break eye contact with me. I watched her for some time and I never once saw her lips move to speak. She smiled a lot, but never said anything like the company she kept. Eventually her friends left her side, socializing with my men, but she never left her seat. She just sat there staring down at the people beneath her. I tried to read her, but unusually I couldn't. I couldn't figure her out.

I got up walking in her direction. I did see a hint of nervousness come across her eyes, but it left as quickly as it came.
I moved the drinks aside, sitting directly in front of her. There wasn't any room for personal space. I didn't believe in personal space.
"I thought I'd give you a better view," I said with a grin.
She just looked at me with a wide grin and extended her out.
I grabbed it kissing it gently. "It's a pleasure to meet you......" I was waiting for her to respond back with her name.
"Haven, we're going on the dance floor, you coming?" One of her friends asked.
She just shook her head no.
"Haven....what a beautiful name," I complemented.
She just smiled pushing strands of her hair behind her ear.
"Are you enjoying yourself, Haven?"
She shook her head yes.
Why isn't she speaking? I thought to myself.
She moved in closer and touched my face. This was very unexpected because no one dared to get that close to me without my consent. She ran her fingers across my tattoo and furrowed her eyebrows in confession. Her plumped pink lips parted as if she wanted to speak but nothing came out.
She sat back in frustration looking away. Defeat was written in her expression.
"Girl, this ain't no way the celebrate your birthday," another one of her acquaintances said sitting next to her.
"So, it's your birthday doll face?" I asked with a devilish grin.
She blushed nodding her head yes.
This became frustrating and interesting at the same time. I could've asked her friend why she wasn't speaking, but I'd thought I'd take it in my own hands and make her speak.
I pulled my gun out from it's holster and held it to her heart.
"Speak," I said that one world calmly but coldly.
She looked at the gun held at her chest and back at me with a blush painting her almond skin. Her eyes showed not an ounce of fear. She.....she looked as if she enjoyed it. Her friend had not dared to yell out for help as she sat there with her handing covering her mouth in shock.
Haven's pulled out her phone and begin typing.
"She ca"–Her friend stopped abruptly with Havens hand gesturing her to stop speaking. She did look terrified.
Haven held the phone to my face as I read.
I lost the fucking privilege to speak a long time ago, but if you do decided to kill me slowly, maybe I'll yell in pain. You'll never know until you try.

~Haven's POV~

I felt the pressure from the gun release from my chest. He put it back in it's holster and looked at me with a grin.
"That'll be too easy."
Without a blink of he's ice blue eyes–without looking away from me, he pulled the same gun back out of his holster and shot Amber in the head.
I looked over at her lifeless body slumped over on the couch. She didn't even have time to process what had happened. It was for the better. I shoved her body away from me and watched the crowd of ladies scatter at the sound.
I looked at him with a grin and a slow shake of my head. I causally crossed my legs whiling typing on my phone again. I put the phone where his beautiful orbs could see it.
You gotta do better then that.