Not so crazy (The joker fanfic)

Are you okay?

*Pandora's  pov*

It's been at least three hours and the Joker still isn't back I'm getting kind of worried. I know it sounds weird but I am. For some reason he isn't tortured me like any other people he has kidnapped. I wonder why.

I was drawing in my notebook with some loud banging came from the new living room. I grabbed the closest thing to me that could act as a weapon and walked down there. "What are you doing down here you need to leave it's dangerous for you to be here." I told the person. "I sure hope it is safe for me to be here, I mean it is my house." The figure told me. 

Soon the shadow stepped into the light, showing the Joker. He wasn't alright though. His shoulder was covered in blood. "Oh my god. What happened? Are you okay?" I quickly panicked and started running around for something to clean up the wound. I was about to grab the needle and thread when Joker grabbed my arm. "Stop." Was all he said. He was so calm it was frightening. "Why? You're bleeding I need to stitch it up and clean it before it gets infected." I told him out of breath. "I'm fine. It's just a scratch." He said laughing. Somehow that gave me relief and I started laughing along with him.

"Seriously Joker, you need to let me patch that up. At least enough to stop the bleeding." I told him with just a hint of sincerity. "Fine." He said defeated. He sat on the poker table and I slowly pulled one sleeve of his purple jacket off them pulled the uninjured arm out of the other sleeve. Then I unbuttoned his maroon dress shirt and carefully removed that as well.

"Okay this is going to hurt, a lot. So um, just hang on to something and squeeze that if it hurts." I told him while preparing gauze, alcohol, and a needle and thread. "Here we go." I said, not sure if I was talking to myself or Joker. I slowly inserted a pair of tweezers into the wound feeling for the bullet. Joker grunted and grabbed hold of my thigh gripping hard. I yelped in pain, causing him to apologize and remove his hand. I finally had a grip on the bullet and slowly pulled it out. Then, I grabbed the alcohol, poured on a rag and pressed it to the wound. After it was clean, I stitched it up and wrapped the gauze around it. "Okay, all done." I said walking to the kitchen to wash my hands of blood. "I um I don't know how to say this but thanks I guess." Joker said from behind me. I dried off my hands and turned only to have Joker like 3 inches from my face.