The Joker (x Reader)

6. I Like Your Hair

After being locked in the small room for what I could only guess was a couple of days, I was finally starting to feel better in my neck, back and hand, but the fact that I hadn't eaten since breakfast that morning before the bank had me feeling just as bad still. I was walking around the room, fiddling with my braids, looking around the room, and trying not to wake the sleeping intern. Suddenly, the door opened, the intern woke abruptly and I turned towards the sound of someone stepping into the room. In came the Joker, dressed the same way I had seen him the last time, minus the dress shirt, instead displaying the full length of his pale chest covered in odd tattoos. I was briefly reminded of my own tattoo, still hidden on my back under my sweater. I met the Jokers eyes, seeing that he was more calm now than last time when he hurt me, and I felt my body relax at the sight.

- Hello sweetie. Feeling OK? I'm gonna' need you to come and help me answer some questions.

- Sure.

He smiled brightly at my response, bending to bow while gesturing his hands towards the door. I began walking slowly, passed him, and a low whistle left his lips.

- I like your hair.

I decided against telling him why I braided it, and instead just pulled my hand up to twirl one of the braids. After taking a few more steps I saw the outside of those four walls for the first time. We were in some sort of warehouse, all grey and stone and cold, with some kind of machines and toolboxes spread out on work-benches and tables. The van stood parked in one corner, and on the opposite side of the door I assumed was the one in the back-alley, stood a garage-door, huge, covering the entire wall. The name "Joker" was written in green and purple spray paint here and there, and I laughed quietly.

- What's so funny?

I turned towards the Joker with hooded eyes, I was so hungry and worn out, and smiled.

- You really like purple and green.

- HAHAHAHA. Yes, I do, don't I?

This time his laughter didn't make me shudder, but instead made me feel the urge to laugh again myself. So I did. He put his hand on my back and led me over the floor, and through a small hallway leading up to a room with just one table, and two chairs in it. I sat down on one side, the Joker on the other. He handed me some papers and I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus on the letters.

- I need you to write down all of the codes and stuff' you use at work.

I shrugged and reached for a pen, and started to do just what he said. Like before, I didn't feel like my job at the bank was worth dying for.

- Just so you know, they have probably changed a lot of these since your... well, robbery.

- Oh, I'm counting on it.

I furrowed my brows wondering what he meant, but continued writing just as well. After finishing the Joker stood up and went to offer his hand again, and just like that first day, I took it, stood up, and was met with a kiss on the back of my hand. This time, however, my hand was bruised, and even though the kiss was light as a feather it made me flinch in slight pain. The Joker saw my reaction and inspected my injured hand further.

- Hmm, yeah, sorry about that. Can't say I regret it but, since you were such a help just now I might as well treat ya' to some... comfort. Follow me.

He grabbed a hold of my wrist and pulled me with him to the room next door, revealing a small bed, a shower, and a full-length mirror. There was a small window above the bed near the ceiling, but I couldn't make out any of the surroundings, I was too weak. I noticed that there was also a toilet behind a curtain in one of the corners. He ushered me to sit on the bed, left the room only to appear just as quickly with a McDonald's kid-meal.

- I got this especially for you. Enjoy!

I laughed and opened the box tiredly, feeling my mouth water at the sight of the hamburger. He left the room laughing, locking the door behind him, while I chewed, and chewed, and chewed.