Desire - The Joker fanfiction

Part 6

The next day rolled around slowly as I ended up crying myself to sleep. Waking up my eyes stung from the lack of sleep and felt puffy from the crying, I probably looked disgusting.

Suddenly the door opened and the clown walked in throwing some clothes at me.

"Put these on, we're going out." He said with no emotion and walked out.

What is his problem? One minute he is so caring, the next he is so horrible again.

I decided not to get on his bad side today and just go along with it. I picked up the clothes he dropped on the bed which happened to be a short tight dress and a pair of heels. Does he seriously expect me to wear this? I never wear things like this, my go to outfit is jeans and a shirt. The dress had a deep cut at the front too meaning it was quite revealing.

I slipped out of my dirty clothes, leaving my undergarments on and slipped on the dress, along with the heels. I fix my hair a little by French planting it so it looks less messy, at least I look less trashy. As if on cue, Joker walks in and stares at me for a split second as if in a daze, making blood rush up to my cheeks. He quickly snaps out of it and waves me over. We get into his Lamborghini and he drives us to wherever we are going, obviously over the speed limit.

After a while he comes to a stop right outside what looks like a club. He steps out of the car, me following him like a lost puppy. I hadn't even realised he'd changed into his red shirt with most buttons undone and a silver blazer. Which might I add, looked so good on him.

We walked into the club and the music was blasting, my nose was filled with the smell of liquor. Suddenly I felt an arm snake around my waste, realising it was Mr J's, I calmed down a little bit. He guided me through the crowd of people, to a bar stool.

"Stay here, I got a client coming, this won't take long." J said close to my ear as he passed me a drink and left to sit on a sofa nearby.

I observed the drink, clearly an alcoholic drink which I welcomed with open arms since I really needed some distraction right now. I sipped it quickly, finishing it wanting it to hit me faster. Then ordering the next drink and finishing that as well, finally feeling it slowly hit me, making me feel more relaxed.

My mind wonders to the Joker and I turn around seeing him sit opposite a guy with tattoos on his neck and piercings. They seem to be talking and J glances at me once in a while. Then the guy shifts his gaze on me and I just stare intently at them. They exchange a few words, looking at me back and forth like talking about me. Then J looks at me and waves me over.

I get off the stool stumbling over a little bit, not realising how hard the drinks have hit me now. I make my way dizzily to them and the Joker pats a seat next to him.

"So what do ya say? You want my little toy as a gift?" Mr J said making my head snap at him and a frown taking over my face as I look the smirk on his face only growing.

I look at the guy opposite us as he watched me intently like I wasn't even a person and shot him a glare.

"I don't want no beef." The guy said making relief take over my body.

I can't believe J was just going to give me up like that. So I clearly don't mean shit to him, I knew it. I started developing feelings for someone who doesn't give a crap about me. I felt so hurt, so betrayed.

"Oh you don't want no beef?" Joker mocked the guy, while standing up, fake pouting. "You don't want no beef?" He mocked again.

"That's your lady J." The guy simply said and I just stared at J, his expression became happier as a twisted smile took over his red lips.

He brushed his green hair back with his hand, sitting down next to the guy. "That's right." He simply said, suddenly making butterflies appear in my stomach and the anger I previously felt had disappeared.

In one quick motion, the joker pulled out a gun from his holster and shot the guy in the head without giving him time to beg for his life. However to my surprise, I didn't even flinch. I simply stared at the dead body as if I've seen it a million times. But I haven't. But I simply didn't care, I'd do it too if I could. Maybe this was the alcohol talking ?

The people in the club jumped at the gunshot but once they saw what it was, they simply continued dancing and talking as if nothing happened.

J was breathing heavily still holding his gun in front of him for a few seconds. Before finally putting it back in his holster and looking at me smirking.

"Doll, you don't look scared." He said.

"Well I'm not." I bluntly replied which caused him to smile wider. The smile then turning into laughter that you could hear over the loud music and I smiled hearing his wicked laughing, it didn't make me feel intimidated anymore, I hate to say this but I almost liked it.

The laughter died down and he looked at me smiling showing off his metals. "That's my girl."

Those three words making my heart flutter.