deal with the devil! | JOKER X READER ✅

CHAPTER 33: hostage.

   TW: TORTURE

   You came to slowly, your head pounding. It felt like you had the worst hangover of your life. Your vision was blurry and you had almost forgotten what had happened prior to waking up. But, once your vision focused, it was impossible to forget.

   There, standing before you, was the girl you thought you could trust accompanied by the man you would never trust.

   Harley and Two-Face, a fucking team.

   They finally had you, and you would finally pay for your attempted murder on his goon.

You instinctively jerked in your chair, either trying to fight or run away. It was unclear even to you. But, you quickly realized that your wrists and ankles were bound with rope.

Two-Face smiled at your struggle. He somehow looked even more grotesque than when you had seen him through the window. Maybe it was the proximity, maybe it was the lighting. Regardless, the injured half of his face had a purpler hue today. It almost looked as if it were melting off, resulting in a lopsided grin that made your stomach twist. His eyes were bloodshot, and his stare was so bone-chilling that tears jumped to your eyes.

"Good morning," he said calmly. His demeanor shocked you. Clearly, you were speaking to Harvey Dent and not his alter-ego, which you were somewhat grateful for. His alter-ego would likely have been a much scarier man to interact with, with his unpredictable nature and affinity for killing.

You tried to say something, anything in reply, but your mouth was so dry that all you could do was whimper.

"I said good morning," he repeated, his voice slightly harsher. The smile was fading ever so slightly, his eyes challenging you to ignore him again. You hadn't even meant to ignore him the first time, but there was no way you'd be able to communicate that.

"Good morning," you rasped. "I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

A few seconds passed by with no speaking. You were staring at the pair and the pair was staring back at you. They both looked satisfied with themselves, but something in Harley's demeanor was off. She wasn't being loud or obnoxious, she wasn't laughing or rubbing her victory in your face. She was just standing there, a tight-lipped smile on her face.

You wanted to slap it off. Amidst the fear, you felt the angriest you'd ever felt before. You had opened up your home to Harley, and she had been working with the enemy the whole time. You had ignored Joker's intuition and convinced him to change his mind, and she ended up being the one that tore you two apart. If you had just listened to him, you'd still be together. You wouldn't have been drugged. And, most importantly, you wouldn't have been tied up in front of two of the most notorious criminals in the city, criminals who would do God knows what to you.

"Harley," you said. "I can't fucking believe you."

"Why not?" she asked flatly. Even her voice was different. "You knew I was still bitter about everything he did to me. This makes perfect sense."

"But I thought we had a friendship going."

She chuckled. "I do like ya, but no. It's really nothin' personal, (Y/N). Two-Face wanted to punish you, and punishing you would also happen to punish J. I had to be a part of that. You just got caught in the middle."

"She was a big help," Two-Face added, seemingly just to piss you off. "She was tasked with driving you two apart until you were alone and vulnerable, with no clown in sight. It was so much easier than trying to break into that fortress of yours."