Why So Serious? •Muke•

{The Joker}

I watched as he paced across the warehouse, his dark green haired dirty and unwashed while his loose suite was ripped in all different places, blood splatters staining the material.

His white face make up was beginning to rub off, ravelling the equally pale white skin beneath.

The small box TV in the corner was showing the news, all the tragic events and deaths that he had just caused were playing on the small screen.

He must have somehow sensed me staring because he stopped pacing and turned to me, slowly made his way towards me. I kept a straight face, I wasn't scared of him. Even if he had killed all of those innocent people, my parents being two of them.

I wasn't scared.

"Why so serious?" he asks, his make up caked face just inches away from my bruised one. I could happily say that I didn't go down without a fight.

I honestly don't know why he didn't kill me.

He had happily slit my parent's throats with a shit eating grin on his face but when he looked at me, my Mother's blood dripping from the knife in his hand, something flashed in his cold green eyes.

That's how I ended up here. He had brung me back to this abandoned warehouse, tied me down to a desk chair and hasn't said a single word to me since.

Until now that is.

I didn't say anything, just stared deeply into his black rimmed green eyes. The dark makeup surrounding the green orbs made them shine in an almost magical way.

Suddenly his hand is in my hair, tugging it back roughly. "You know, it's quite rude to not answer someone's question when they ask one."

"Why didn't you kill me, Joker?" I question harshly, my gaze never leaving his.

Joker smiles childishly, the horrid red scares on each side of his mouth stretching in the most disturbing way possible. "Because pretty boy, when I saw you I saw myself. Your Father was a drunk bastard and so was mine."

I flinched at his words, knowing they were completely true. My Father never gave a fuck about me or my Mother, as long as he had a drink in his hand he didn't care.

"You know how I got these scares?"

Again I didn't answer, but only because this time I didn't know. But believe me, I was extremely curious as to how he did actually get the terrifying marks.

"I never smiled as a kid, I had nothing to smile about honestly. One night my Father came home drunk as fuck and started yelling at my Mother.

I came downstairs to help her but it was too late, my Father come over to me, covered in my Mother's blood and a knife in hand and said to me 'you need to smile more kid' before he shoved the knife in my mouth." Joker sighed, leaning against the table in front of me. "I gotta tell ya, it hurt like a fucking bitch."

I sat there looking at him with wide eyes, stunned by his gruesome story.

"You never once smiled when you were with your parents pretty boy. Whenever you were around them you always looked like you wanted to escape and I helped you do exactly that." Joker continued before getting up and walk in in circles around me.

"Why did you kill them?" I question quietly as I watch him carefully. God only knows what this psychopath was capable of if I wasn't careful.

Joker stopped walking, instead straddling my lap, making me yelp in surprise. "What the fuck!" I cry in shock, twisting around in attempt to get him off of me.

He laughs and grabs my jaw tightly in his hand. "Pretty things shouldn't say such ugly words."

I soon stopped struggling and looked into his eyes once again. Surprisingly I didn't see what I thought I would. Instead of anger I saw pain and if I dare say it, guilt.

"Why did you kill them," I repeat again.
"Why me?"

Joker sighs before placing his cold hands on my cheeks, looking straight at me.

"You make me feel normal Luke."

Luke. Not pretty boy.

"You're not normal and you never will be," I hiss harshly, watching as some of my spit lands on his cheek and bottom lip. "You're fucking insane."

Joker nods, chuckling darkly as he licks his plump lips. "I know that silly. But think about it, being sane is boring isn't it?"

I couldn't believe him. To him everything was just one giant joke.

"Now," he says before slapping my cheek lightly and climbing off my lap. "I think it's time for you to have a little nap, don't you?"

I should of disagreed, should of just sat there and watched him like I was before. But all of today's events suddenly begun to take a toll on me, my eyelids feeling heaver and heaver with each passing second.

"I don't trust you." I hum, eyeing the Joker as he walked over to what looked like a filing cabinet and pulling out a pair of handcuffs, making my eyes widen.

"Now now before you say anything, I usually take someone for dinner before using theses on them, but you my pretty boy, are special." the green haired male says before stalking over to me and untying my feet.

"Don't do anything you'll regret." he whispers in my ear before undoing the rope from around my hands.

I don't move, I don't even blink until he connects the handcuffs to my wrists before pushing me towards a door on the other side of the room.

"This is now your room, bland I know but you'll just have to get used to it." Joke shrugs as I walk into the plain room. There was a single bed with grey sheets in one corner and a tall dresser in the other. "That's fine." I mumble.

I hear him chuckle from behind me before yelping when I'm suddenly pushes forward towards the bed.

"Now you, my little angel," he says as he takes one of the cuffs off my wrist and connecting it to the steel bedhead. "Are going to sleep. We have a big day tomorrow."

I flinch slightly when the Joker kisses my cheek before stalking out. Turning around once more, smirking slightly he flicks the light switch, the only light coming from the open door.

"Goodnight my pretty boy." Joker says almost sweetly before closing the door behind him. Leaving me in complete darkness.

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Well hello there, welcome to my very short story. Prepare yourselves for insane Michael and sassy Luke.