The clock ticked low in the background. Joker sat at his massive glass desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, tattoos peeking out from under a tailored white shirt, a single gold chain resting on his throat. Papers, burner phones, cash stacks — all scattered in controlled chaos. Business.
His voice was sharp, barking orders into the phone.
"She's late on the drop? Then break her fuckin' fingers until she's early next time."
Click.
He leaned back, laughing quietly to himself — that low, manic chuckle only he could pull off. There was blood on the edge of his sleeve, and he hadn't noticed. Or maybe he had. Joker always noticed everything.
The door creaked open behind him.
You stepped in — barefoot, wearing one of his oversized shirts. You were used to just walking in. Used to the fact that he rarely said no to you.
But tonight... tonight wasn't like the others.
His hand froze mid-reach toward his cigarette tray.
Slowly, he turned his head.
"You didn't knock," he said, voice like ice.
"I didn't think I had to," you said, half-teasing, stepping closer.
That grin spread across his face — slow and chilling.
"Oh, sweetheart," he stood up, dragging a hand through his green hair, voice dipping low and dangerous, "you don't think at all, do you?"
You blinked. "I didn't mean to interrupt—"
"You did, though." He was in front of you now, backing you into the door. "You interrupted business. That's rule number one, baby. And breaking rules?" He licked his bottom lip slowly. "Well, that's gotta come with punishment, doesn't it?"
His hand slammed against the door beside your head, making you flinch. His smile widened.
"You like playing innocent," he whispered, grabbing your chin between two fingers. "But you knew what you were doing. Didn't want to be alone. Needed attention. So here I am."
He trailed a knife — a small one you didn't even see him pull — down the front of your thigh, slicing the fabric of his shirt open inch by inch. Not deep. Just enough to scare.
Your breath caught.
"I don't like being disrespected, baby," he whispered in your ear, voice soft and lethal. "But I love when you give me a reason to remind you who owns you."
He pressed a kiss to your cheek, sweet like a threat. "Now... get on your knees. Show me how sorry you are."
