SURRENDER ||Jared Leto Joker Suicide Squad||

Two

~~ flashback ~~

"Now, what's the valuable lesson that we learned from all this?" I spoke firmly towards the man tied up in a chair, his body covered in fresh, visible wounds. "Never steal from Mr. J..."

A hysterical laughter broke out from behind me, "you heard the pretty lady," the Joker purrs in my ear as he walks up behind me, brushing his fingers against my hair.

"There's no need to get yourself worked up over someone like him," I state as I lean back into his touch, resting my head on his shoulder. I feel the vibrations in his chest as a chuckle escapes his lips. "Oh, trust me darlin', the only thing gettin' me worked up here is you."

Our thoughts were interrupted as the man before our eyes spits out a mixture of blood and saliva. "You're a lucky man, Joker. Got a bad bitch." The man who is now unrecognizable due to the beating he just took laughs bitterly to himself as he refers to me.

Eyebrows raised, the Joker cocks his head as he walks past me and makes his way towards the beat-up man. "Oh, that she is. The fire in my loins, the itch in my crotch!" He spoke with passion, pointing towards me and emphasizing each word. "The one, the only, the infamous Queen of Gotham City!" He sings, throwing his head back. He runs both hands through his perfectly slicked-back green mane and points to me with a wild look in his eyes.

I remained silent. Every word coming out of his sinister mouth disgusted me. I wanted nothing to do with this man - this monster.

He then turns back, closely examining the man tied in the chair. "You gonna be my friend?" The Joker mockingly questions. The corners of his mouth curve into a wicked smile as he eyes the man.

"God saves those who disrespect the Queen, eh?" The man blurts out, his voice filled with fear, anger, and confusion.

The Joker lets out a high-pitched laugh. To the man's shock and horror, the Joker swings his cane handle around the back of the man's neck, securing it in place as he pulls himself onto the man's lap, straddling him while playfully slapping his face. "I can't wait to show you my toys," he says provocatively as a mischievous grin is still evident on his face.

I stood with a horrified expression on my face, afraid of what he might do to the man next.

"No... Please, no!" The man begs for his life as he looked down to see the Joker's gun pointed up at his chin. More wild laughter could be heard and with a single gunshot, the man's body went limp, revealing the dark, ominous look on the Joker's face. Blood splattered across the walls and ceiling. I flinched and turned away from the unholy sight in front of me, refusing to acknowledge the Joker's work of "art".

He then gets up and makes his way back to me, throwing his arm around my shoulders. He turns us on our heels and proceeded to leave the scene, leaving the rest of the dirty work up to his men. As we departed from the crime scene in his helicopter, a loud explosion erupted beneath us and I watch as the entire building crumble to pieces.

"Wasn't that a blast?" He cackled at his own joke. "Let's step it up a little, shall we?"

I froze as he held out another handgun, similar to the one he carries, "take it." This man really is insane. How could he arm me, a former police detective, with a gun? How could he be so confident that I wouldn't just shoot him dead right here and now?

He goes on, as if reading my mind. "I trust that you'll make smart decisions with this." His reassuring words sounding much more like a threat than anything else. "Don't go breakin' my heart, now."

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That's how my life has been for the past year or so. Ever since the Joker managed to locate my parents and hold them hostage, he's been instructing me to do his dirty work and deriving joy from it. It brings him immense fascination to see me single-handedly destroy everything I stood for. He's crumbling my morals and sanity day by day.

To him, this is all a game to satisfy his twisted sense of humor, watching my character slowly break and shatter. My world has been turned upside down, all for his own amusement.

He's happy so long as I behave. The pain, the shame, the sorrow, the hurt... I'll endure it. For the sake of my loved ones.