Anarchy [Joker/ O.C. Fan Fiction] On Hold

Chapter 3) I Hate Clowns

Laurel's Pov

I remember seeing these bright red and yellow balloons at my seventh birthday party.

One had popped and behind that popped balloon was a clown.

"You wanna play a game?" The clown asked me with its painted on smile.

I shake my head and begin to back up but the clown insists that I play with him.

"No." I say in a firm voice. The clown then smiles at me for real and I want to cry.

His teeth look sharp and he looks more evil than funny.

"Mommy! Daddy!" I scream and begin to run away from him but he runs after me and I scream louder.

"Why so serious, sweet cheeks?" I hear the jokers voice and see the blade coming for my mouth...

I woke up with my vision disoriented.

My head was pounding as if I had a major headache. I go to touch it and feel a huge knot.

"Where am I?" My vision becomes better and I see metal bars.

I'm in jail.

That's it.

The party got shut down by the cops and now I'm in jail, so Bruce will probably make me sit here for another night then come get me.

I sigh and look around.

I stop when I see a wrestler type guy wearing a cheap clown mask.

I can see his beady little eyes just watching me.

"Hey, where am I?"

He doesn't answer, he just keeps staring.

"Where am I!" I yell this time and kick the metal bars in front of me just so he would at least stop staring.

I look a whole 360 around me and see that I'm in some sort of cage.

"Scream all you want sweet cheeks, no ones going to hear you." I back up away from the bars as I see the Joker enter the room.

He looks at his goon. "Beat it. Go get the van ready." The goon nods and leaves the room without saying a word.

I was left alone with the Joker.

Now that I think about it, I was happy that this cage separated the two of us.

"My, my, my. I have to say this cage suits you."

"Why am I here?" I say as I look down at my dirty white boots.

"Because, I want you."

I look up and regret it. He was smiling at me with that scary war paint on his face.

I look back down.

"For what?" I ask.

He doesn't answers, but I hear the chair that the goon was sitting in scraping across the floor.

I can feel him watching me.

"Stop that."

I look up and he was just watching me.

"Stop!"

He laughs and claps his hands.

I cover my ears trying to block out that psychotic laugh.

"Why am I here?" I say more quietly.

"Because, your beautiful looks are exotic and enticing, but you're too dangerous to keep loose."