RIP (Roman Sionis x You)

Fake, fake, something I'm not

Your whole body aches when you begin to regain consciousness. Your legs, shoulders, and arms are against what feels like scratchy concrete. You can smell the sharp scent of blood which worries you. Who had knocked you out? Was it Roman? You were too afraid to open your eyes so you let your hand wander trying to make sense of your surroundings. The first thing you felt was a cold hand. At your touch it hesitantly enveloped your fingers. You blink a few times before seeing Roman sprawled on the ground next to you. He must have been knocked out too.

        "Mr. Sionis... Roman?" You squeak looking at his mask as you both faced each other laying on the ground. 

        You could see his eyes squeeze harder shut through the mask and he let out a pained groan. 

        "What the %$#@ is going on." He said his eyes opening slightly into a squint, "Y/N!"

        At this he jerks up suddenly gasping hard and you grab onto his shoulder to pull you up too. You both scan the room with your eyes. It's some kind of basement or warehouse, the lighting is bad and the only thing to see by is one flickering bulb on the ceiling. It illuminates the vast and mostly empty room. Chains lay scattered around along with random puddles of blood. You look down to realize you and Roman are shackled too.

        "Roman. Where are we? What happened?" You say pulling your knees to your chest and hugging them there with a sniffle.

        "Hey, it's okay baby doll," Roman says in a soothing tone wrapping his arm around you and pulling you against him, "There ain't no criminal crazy enough in this town to cross me. They'd have to be utterly insane."

        You nod against his chest because what he says makes sense. And then you hear an amused chuckle. You look up to see someone walking across the warehouse towards y'all.

        "Oh but Mr. Mask I AM utterly insane." Says the man before falling into a fit of laughter. 

        It's obviously the Joker. What the he!! had you gotten yourself into! You never should have agreed to get involved with the crazies of this city. Even if you made it out of this situation alive you would never recover from it. You let out a desperate sob and grasped Roman's lapels and buried your nose in his chest hoping to drown in his cologne. His arm squeezed tighter around you. 

        "You don't know what the %$#@ you're getting yourself into clown! Let us go! Now! I HAVE MEN ALL OVER THE CITY THEY'LL FIND YOU AND THEY'LL SKIN YOU ALIVE AND PUT THE REST OF YA THROUGH A SHREDDER! THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" Roman screamed right above your head.

        The Joker laughed again, "I don't 'think' before I do anything. And by all means, skin me and shred me. There isn't anything you can scare me with. I've lost my mind and with it I've lost fear and rationality."

        "Why do you want us?" You choked out and immediately regretted drawing attention to yourself.

        Joker strutted over to you and put his purple gloved hand around your jaw forcing it up to look at him. Roman brought his fist down on his arm. Hard.

        "YOU DON'T GET TO TOUCH HER SHE'S MINE!" Roman growled from his chest like thunder.

        The Joker made a pouty face before retreating to tower above us again. "Geez lousie Roman! You can't have every girl in the city." 

        Roman just grunted and put his hand against the side of your face pressing it back up against his chest. You could hear his heart beating fast and the panicked rise and fall of his chest. The fact that he was scared made you even more frantic. If the Joker would dare harm someone important like him then he'd have no problem putting you through hell.