suicide squad imagines

the joker | 042

imagine: you're bullied because you hear voices so the joker comes to your school and scares everyone.

(the voices are in italics)

you sighed, rubbing your temples as the voices started getting louder. you were sat in your maths class, on your own. nobody wanted to be near you, as you were apparently off your rocker. they all hate you, can't you tell? you banged on the table softly, attempting to calm them down but apparently some people heard you and began laughing making you feel a little conscious.

you ran your hands through your hair, before focusing on your work ignoring everyone's comments which you could clearly hear. they were talking about how deranged you were and how you'd never be able to find love. if only they knew that you had already found love, and you were happy with him. the joker, the craziest, scariest man on the planet. you heard some people talk about how scared they were of him occasionally, and that made you want nothing more than to bring him to school and frighten away the bullies. but you couldn't, so you were stuck listening to their harsh comments until the end of the year.

the bell finally rang after what felt like three years, and everyone were quick to pack up their things and leave, you doing the same. it was finally the end of the day and you couldn't wait to get home and see your boyfriend. you rushed down the hallways, about to burst through the doors when you were stopped by a hand that roughly dragged you back. you gasped, turning around to see ethan, the one who seemed to hate you the most.

you never knew why he hated you so much, he was the one who called you the most names and started all the rumours about you. he held you firmly against the locker, his hand pressed against your shoulder as he glared at you.

"y/n! i've missed you, where've you been?" he asked, clearly not meaning it.

you ignored him, keeping your gaze on the floor as if it would make the whole thing go away. he's gonna hurt you! kill him! quick, nobody's looking nows your chance. your eyes darted down the corridor, realising they were right, nobody seemed to notice the two of you. but you weren't about to kill him, there were cameras.

"are you deaf? or can you just not hear me over the voices in your head aye?" he laughed, patting your head roughly.

"i just want to go home" you spoke up, giving him a pleading look hoping he would feel sorry for you and let you go.

"aww how cute! of course you can go home silly... but first, let me give you a little present" he spat, before he raised his hand.

you felt a sharp pain on your cheek and your head was flung to the side as you let out a whimper. you pressed your hand against the now burning area as you turned to face ethan, now with a shocked yet upset expression. he had never hit you before, nobody had. his grip loosened on you as his face flashed with guilt but that quickly vanished and he soon had the usual smug look on his face.

"you can go now" he told you, taking a step back.

you wasted no time and rushed out of the building like it was on fire. you shouldn't let him get away with it! quick go back in and teach him a lesson. you shook your head, in attempt to shake out the voices as you jumped into your car, the one that joker bought you as a birthday present.

you checked the now forming bruise in the mirror, wincing as you brushed your fingers over it. there was no way you were going to be able to cover that up. joker would find out, what was he gonna do? hopefully he'll kill him. better yet, torture him. you sighed, before you started the car and drove home.

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you walked into the house, shutting the door behind you and throwing your bag on the floor. you walked straight into the kitchen, wanting something to eat. as you were rummaging through the cupboards you felt the familiar muscular arms you loved so much wrap around your waist.