Stolen (joker x reader)

Chapter twelve- Prison

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Jokers pov
I was driving down the road really quickly trying to loose Batman when all of a sudden   y/n's door was opened by Batman. He had his window open and was just sticking his hand out. Y/n tried to close the door when Batman pulled her out. "FUCK!" I stopped the car immediately, got out and started shooting at Batman.

He had handcuffed her and then threw her in the car. I was furious, I kept shooting at Batman while screaming. He got into his car with y/n passed out in the front seat. I was screaming, "DONT TAKE HER FROM ME!" Firing a few more shots, "GIVE HER BACK!" He drove away and I fell on my knees screaming at the sky. (Stereotypical drama movie moment, just without the rain.)

Your pov
I woke up on a bed in a prison cell, I knew I was in Arkham asylum. I had a bandage around my leg and crutches by my bed. I heard multiple people talking and that's when I knew I had multiple guards.

I had been in the asylum before but I broke out quickly. I didn't really have anything to do so I figured I'd stay, although I really missed the Joker. Since I woke up I hadn't actually opened my eyes. I opened my eyes to see I wasn't in a cell, instead I was in a cage. (Ha ha ha! Suicide squad cell for Harley.)

I'd never been in a cell like this before but like with my other cells the only thing it had was a bed. I really needed to go to the bathroom, I got up and went to the guard closest to the door and said, "Can I go to the bathroom?" The guard sighed and yelled, "Code ten!"

They used codes for everything, it was so stupid. All the guards got in a line then unlocked the door, when I walked out of the cell all the guards surrounded me, one had a gun to my back. Once we got to the bathroom I took a shower and brushed my hair. At least they let you take showers and keep your hair nice and stuff like that.

You had orange prison pants, a white t-shirt, and a orange jacket. You went back into your cell and you didn't really protest. You met with a therapist daily and every time they came all you could say was, "Let me out! I need to say J!" And when they say no you would sit there and cry.

I would just sit in the cell and think of J or ask for a book or something. I missed J, why hasn't he come for me? I got doctor visits daily to make sure my leg was doing alright. It had actually healed because of what I did when I was shot and the fact that I've always been a quick healer.  

It had been about eight days and the Joker hadn't come for me yet. I was staring to loose hope and my mind. When all of a sudden I heard a explosion, I then looked at where the smoke was coming from, but it wasn't J. It was someone I never wanted to see again.

Leaving you on a cliffhanger, you're welcome! You'll just have to wait a little bit to see who it is. I did put his name in the story ONCE! So you'll have to look closely to see who it is.