The Joker (x Reader)

22. Knock, knock

I had no idea what was going on, but I went along, still feeling a bit buzzed from the alcohol as much as the action thereafter. We were sitting in the same car that we came in, except this time in the front with J behind the wheel - who I, by the way, had been skeptical of at first (to drive, I mean) but it seemed like he had a low-setting for that too, the car carefully maneuvered through tight streets and alleys. I recognized the route, and looked over at J who hung up his phone while grunting, obviously still pissed.

- You okay, babe?

I called him that on purpose, trying to make him lighter, but it didn't seem to work, not enough. But he looked at me at least, brows furrowed and teeth gritted, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white as he rounded the last corner. He stepped out the car and I followed suit, grimacing at feeling so dirty, my white dress no longer white with blood smeared on it. The sight of the three - three - men that I had killed tonight flashed before my eyes and I felt nauseous. NO, you did the right thing. Plus, it was fun. I pushed the feeling away, and felt immediately better, a cool breeze slipping underneath my dress reminding me that I had no underwear.

- Think I could go home and change?

That made J stop, and turn around, his face amused more than angry. He eyed me up and down before flashing his metal teeth in a wide grin.

- HAHA, ya' sure need it. You look awful.

I barely had time to fake a hurt look on my face before the angriness was back and he walked the last few steps towards the door that led into his lair. He banged on it a couple of times before a man came to open it and let us in. I stepped through the frame and was met with several limp, bloody bodies laying on the floor, and half a dussin men dragging them away, cleaning up the mess. Wait, what? What the hell was going on??

- Babe?

- OH WOULD YA' JUST SHUT UP.

His outburst caught me off guard, and he slapped me hard on my cheek with the back of his hand, making me fall to the floor. My ear started ringing as I cracked my jaw back and forth, covering my burning cheek with my hand as I got up.

- Fuck. You.

I spitted the words at him and pushed past him, making my way towards the hallway that ended in the room with the satin sheets - his room. I slammed the door shut behind me, leaning against it as I stood alone in the quiet room, breathing, listening. When it became clear that he hadn't followed me, I looked around me. I recognized all the interior, the bed and the mirror in the same place as before, and that door ajar, the door I thought might lead to the torture room. With my cheek starting to numb, the curiosity got the better of me and I walked over to it, carefully pushing it open. Hahaha! I felt so silly when I saw that it led to a rather cozy little bathroom. I giggled loud as I went to stand in front of the small sink, meeting my reflection for real for the first time since.. Everything. I realized I did look awful, a hint of faint red lipstick smeared around my mouth, blending into my now red cheek, and my post-strangle throat still with blue and red marks. Although.. Some of those marks weren't from his hands, but from his lips, his teeth.. I almost quivered at the thought, a warm, pleasant feeling spreading through my chest. My mind drifted back to his hands on my body, his lips on mine, and the feel of him. I bit my lip and shook my head, no, not now, you need to focus. I knew I shouldn't have done what I did - he was a criminal for god sake, crazy and violent. I shouldn't have slept with him, and I definitely shouldn't have helped him. But I did. And now you're a criminal too. Ugh, I growled at myself, at my brain for being so annoying and judgmental, and pulled my dress over my head, the reflection of my naked body greeting me in the mirror. A bruised waist and a small, still bleeding cut at my hip. I took in a deep breath as I smiled at the memory, and started undoing my braids before turning towards the small shower, twisting the knob as I got in. But after just a couple of minutes under the warm water I flinched, hearing someone at the door. Knock, knock.