SURRENDER ||Jared Leto Joker Suicide Squad||

Ten

~~ video footage ~~

"What the hell do you want? I swear to God you'd better let me go right now!" Asher yelled as steady footsteps could be heard in the background. The Joker slowly walks into the camera's view.

He turns to face the camera, eyes gleaming with joy as he snaps his jaws, "I love this guy. He's so intense!"

"What the fuck! Is this because I danced with your little girlfriend that night?" Asher snarls at him. "Well, guess what? She doesn't belong to you. She's not some toy you can possess."

Bad idea.

The Joker approaches Asher, swinging a golf club in his hands. "Boy do ya' have some nerve..." He bends down and grabs Asher's face, burying his fingers violently into it. The Joker brings his face close, his eyes look as if they're ready to burn a hole through Asher's skull. He's livid.

Without a word, the Joker straightens up and takes a swing with the golf club, hitting Asher right between his legs.

Bending over in pain, Asher groans and glares at the Joker. "She would never love a sick maniac like you!"

Even worse idea.

The Joker throws the golf club aside, brushing both hands along his hair as he jerks his head. "Wooh! It's gettin' a little hot in here, isn't it?" He smirks and takes off his fancy jacket. He paced around the chair as he took the time to roll up the sleeves of his half-buttoned shirt.

He circles the chair with Asher still tied down in it, picking up a baseball bat this time. Asher scowls, refusing to give in as he looks directly into the camera. It felt as if he was looking straight into my eyes when he shouts, "whatever this man's making you do, don't do it! Go to the cops!"

If only it were that simple... If only he knew the irony behind that sentence, I thought to myself.

The Joker lets out an angry growl as he moves between Asher and the camera, his backside blocking Asher from the camera's view. I gulp as I fear the atrocity that will follow. It seems far too cruel, even for the Joker himself.

"And it's out of the park!" The Joker yells as he throws his head back enthusiastically. Without hesitation, he takes a blow directly to Asher's head, knocking him out cold, followed by hysterical laughter.

Strands of his slicked-back hair now falling out of place, he straightens up and combs a hand through them. He then turns around and directs his attention at the camera, slowly walking towards it with open arms, clicking his heel with each step. He comes to a stop and bends down to the camera with his gold chains dangling from his neck. His face was dangerously close to the camera, a wicked grin on his face. "Careful with your decisions now... Your little friend here might never wake up from his nap."

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The TV clicks off and I stood there with my mouth agape. Shocked, disgusted, and fearful all at once.

"Disobey me and he's dead." The Joker gazed at me expectantly. I rummaged my brain for things to say, fearing that the wrong word might set him off and result in the death of Asher - or anyone else, for that matter.

"Whatever it is that you want, I'll do it." Desperation seeped through my words as I helplessly pleaded for Asher's life.

"You're not listenin', doll." His fingers brushed against my cheeks and traced my jaw. His eyes locked onto mine as he breathes out the raspy words, "I want you."

His words sent chills down my spine as I feared the true meaning behind them. I swallow all my pride and dignity. "You're the one I love. You want me? I'm all yours..." I hold back the revolting feeling in my stomach as I simply say what I believe he wants to hear the most.

A crazed look appears on his face as he places a hand on my chin and brings me in for a kiss before quickly parting. "I could tell ya meant that!" He teases in a taunting voice.

~~ author's note ~~

What is happening?? That's cold, even for Mr. J. What is he trying to accomplish? You shall find out in the next chapter...

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