Anchorwoman (Joker x reader)

Welcome Home - Part 1

"What am I doing here?"
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"Hey, I'm Yn. Why are you sitting here all by yourself?" You as a 7 year old, ask a young boy, who was alone sitting on the edge of the playground at the school.

"Uh.. just because." The boy shrugs, looking back down at the sand he was kicking.

"Can I play with you?" You ask and the boy looks back up at you with a confused frown.

"Uhm.. I'm not really playing anything. I'm just sitting here."

"Can I sit with you?" You then ask, looking at the spot beside him. He stares at you for a long moment, then looks out onto the playground where he was watching you play with some other kids. He had thought about how you looked like a cute doll he had seen in the window of a toy store. When you had started to walk over toward his direction he had hurriedly looked away and pretended to not care, hopefully for you to stop coming toward him. He hadn't meant to stare, he was surprised and angry with himself for it. He never cared about or found anything cute interesting but for some reason he couldn't take his eyes off you when he had noticed you.

"I guess." He shrugs. But inside he is screaming at himself to do something to get you away, like he does with anyone else that approaches him or is just to close to him even though they don't mean to. He should just push you away or scream in your face to scare you. But he can't seem to get himself to do it.

What he doesn't know is that even if he did do any of that you wouldn't be scared away. In your head you had decided that he was gonna become your friend, no matter what he wanted, and you were stubborn like that. You smile brightly at his answer and excitedly sit down beside him.

He looks at you like you're the weirdest thing he's ever seen. Wondering why you're so excited to sit with him, no one even wants to come close to him, the angry looking kid, dressed in all black always in a corner or something. Only reason he's here is because his parents make him.

"What's your name?" You ask him, starting to kick the sand like he does.

"Jason."

"We're gonna be friends, Jason." You state happily.

"You want to be my friend?" He asks confused.

"Yeah!" You nod enthusiastically. He stares at you for a long moment, you just smiling at him.

"Okay." He then hesitantly says and you squeal in delight, making him jump. Then you envelop him in a bear hug, he freezes at first then after you don't let go after a few seconds, he relaxes into you. But he doesn't make a move to hug back.

Looking down at you, he can't stop the small smile that finds its way to his face, for the first time in a long time. When you let go of him, you look up, seeing the smile. Making you smile even brighter.

"I like your smile, you should smile more. It's gonna be my mission, to always make you smile." You tell him with determination and he laughs a little.

"Okay, doll." He humoured you, thinking you probably wouldn't stick around him long. Boy was he wrong, you took that mission seriously.

You wake up, stretching to the sides and when you open your eyes you notice the bedroom doesn't look familiar to you. You throw your body up straight in bed, looking around in alarm. Then all your memories from last night comes flooding back and you wince at the sudden headache. You run your fingers through your hair and as you pass by your neck you feel where you got shot with the syringe. Touching the spot with your finger, you huff in annoyance.

You throw the duvet to the side, seing that you're wearing a pair of grey sweats and a white t-shirt, not yours by the size but the sweats are tied in a knot around your waist so it doesn't fall off. Moving to the side of the bed, you put your feet on the cold floor. Hissing as it makes contact but slowly let them down and try to get used to the temperature. Looking around as you stand up, you start to walk toward one of the doors. Opening it you find a big nice bathroom with a bathtub and everything. You go to the mirror and look at your reflection, trying to comb through your hair to try and tame it but to no use. Before leaving the bathroom you splash some water in your face to wake you up.

When you get back into the bedroom you look to another door and go to it, once you open it your met with a hallway. You decide to leave the bedroom and walk one direction hoping you won't get lost.

"Jay?" You try to ask, but in the kitchen you are met with the sight of two men casually sitting by the counter. "Oh. Hello."

"Hello." They say.

One of them stands up and approach you. "I'm Jonny. I'm Mr. J's head henchman." He outstretches his hand for you to shake.

"I'm Wade." The other says, with just a casual wave from his seat.

"What am I doing here?" You ask them and they look at each other, having a silent conversation, before they both look back at you and shrug. You roll your eyes and sigh. "Where is Jay?" You ask them, crossing your arms over your chest.

"He's busy."

"Okay. When will he be back?" In answer and they just shrug again, making you groan and throw your head back. "Can you tell me anything?" You then ask them.

"That you're not to leave." Wade says.

"And to feed you." Jonny adds, pushing a plate with breakfast to you. "There is a maid, she'll come by later."

Jonny and Wade leaves the penthouse and you go the table. You eat in silence, feeling that you are being watched. Then you look toward the elevator, where another guy is standing, who quickly looks away into nothing when you turn you attention towards him. You roll your eyes and turn back to your breakfast. The guys aren't used to Joker having guests, a girl walking around his home is new to them.

You wait the whole day, for him to come back. Helen arrives and you converse slightly with her but shes unsure of how much she's allowed to speak with you, so you let her go on with her business. The one by the elevator also doesn't give you an answer as to when he's coming back and no one agrees to call to ask him. Your patience is running thin when the clock is closing to when you need to be at work. You don't have any of your clothes and they won't let you leave.

And you have tried, you have tried to sneak out, break out, you tried to tackle the guy by the elevator at one point in desperation but he easily dodged your attacks and stopped you, dragging you back to the couch where you had sat planning you attack. Now the clock is past your shift and you are officially late for work no matter when you get to leave and you don't even have a way to explain to your boss why you're not there.

Just when you're attacking the elevator guy again, just because you're bored, the elevator doors open.

There Jay stands with his team, all looking like they were in deep discussion before the door opened holding papers and pointing, plus a girl holding a computer among them. They're all frozen in place looking at you with raised eyebrows at your strange position. One arm tucked behind you in an uncomfortable position and the other hand pushing the guys face away. One foot bent oddly after you tried to kick him but he had dodged it and locked it in a weird angle. With other words, you were standing in a very confusing fighting position with this guy as you both looked at the newcomers in the elevator.

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