The joker x reader

Meeting him part 2

Your POV
I hear sirens. Crap! How are they onto me already? Ugh! Time flies when your having fun I guess. Heh. I jump out of an open window as I hear sirens drawing nearer. Is that, a sports car? What is it doing here?

"Get in." I hear a man with green hair demand from his rather flashy car.

"Why should I?" I sassily reply, forgetting the situation almost completely.

"Would you rather take a ride from the cops?" He remarks.

"Fine." I sigh, I hate relying on others. The mysterious silver toothed figure chuckles as I open the door to the back seat.

"So, where do you live?" My saviour asks coolly.

"Wow, really? I don't even know your name and yet you ask me where I live. Talk about creepy. How did you even know I was there anyway?" I responded.

"Sorry, I just assumed you would know me." The man chuckles as he turns to face me.

"Th-the-the J-Joker?" I stutter, the Joker was always my biggest influence, my hero. And he saved me from the cops, but the question is, why?

"Yup, heh. Would you like to come to my base? You know, lay low for a while." The Joker asks with his smooth voice.

"S-sure." I reply trying to restrain a yawn but failing miserably.

"You should sleep, I'll wake you when we get there." The Joker tells me. Maybe Batman will be after me now, heh, what am I thinking, I am no big time villain. Yet. These thoughts cloud my mind as the roaring engine sings me to sleep.

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I am awoken to strong arms lightly shaking me.

"We're here." The Jokers voice lulls me out of my dream, more like nightmare. "Are you OK? You were tossing and turning and mumbling things."

"I am fine." I try to prevent the tears from falling down my face and look down.

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FLASHBACK
"Mummy?" My seven year old voice questions the darkness. A shadowy, twitching figure emerges from the shadows, crying. "Mummy?" I repeat but this time my voice is no louder than a whisper.

"It's your fault." A raspy voice flows from my mothers drooling mouth, she is having another episode, dad says she gets them due to a mental illness. One passed through genetics. One passed to me but in a smaller quantity. "You, you caused this. You are going to kill my husband, you are going to kill me! Give me back my real daughter! The one you killed!"

"Mommy!" I yelled, at the time we were in the kitchen. As my mother approached she looked like death itself, her eyes cold and dead and twitching rapidly with rage. The only available option of self defence was the knife. The long, sharp kitchen knife. "I'm sorry mother." I whispered to myself mostly as I took the blade and ran it through my mothers skull. As I removed the weapon blood came pouring out of the stab wound like a waterfall as her lifeless corpse tumbled to the ground in an un-neat heap on the cold, wooden floor.

Then suddenly father came in, holding a gun, aimed at me.

"You-you demon! You monster!" Father screamed at me whilst repeatedly shooting me and repeatedly missing. Not him too, I thought, but it was too late. My knife had already wedged itself in my fathers chest. I withdrew it and watched the blood squirt onto my black shirt. Mother was right, and so was father. What have I done?

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It was so long ago afterwards I was given up for adoption and my murders were seen as self defence. Heh, as if. They were right. I am a demon. I chuckled as I cried in front of the Joker, holding my head low, my hair covering most of my face. I will never let petty emotions get the better of me ever again.

Never.......