Desire - The Joker fanfiction

Part 10

That night I had actually slept, I felt so rested when I woke up. It was the first night in a long time that I had actually had some decent amount of rest. It was weird that to be able to sleep I needed to be in the arms of a psychopath.

His arm was still wrapped around my waist and I was lying on my back. He was still sound asleep. I admired his features, the way his chest heaved up and down from his steady breathing, his relaxed expression, his 'J' tattoo right under his eye. As much as I didn't want to admit it, he was beautiful.

I took my right hand and ran it over his face, ever so gently. His invisible eyebrows scrunched up together and his body twitched at my touch and I suddenly felt his hand grasp around my throat and his eyes snap open. His hand pinned me down, again closing off the air supply as he stared at me for a few seconds as if he didn't recognise me. My small hands automatically trying to get his hand off but it was no use. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head, so close to passing out until he finally took his hand away from me and I inhaled a lot of air, trying to regain my breathing.

He sat up and looked around the room, doesn't he remember what happened? I prayed he will remember, I wanted him to so so badly.

Then he looked at me and I backed away a little, still taken back by the previous actions. After a couple of seconds his features softened and he smiled showing off his metals.

"Sorry about that doll." He said and quickly got off the bed. "Thank you for being so kind to me last night. I'll be sure to thank you later." He smirked and began putting on his clothes.

I was still confused but happy that he at least remembers what happened.

"You're leaving?" I ask in a shaky voice.

"Yes, not like I have anything else I need here." He laughed and my heart sunk at his words. "Bye doll." He said as he left the room and I heard the front door open and close.

I sat back against my bed and felt the tears build up. My stomach felt like it was tied in a knot, ready to be sick any second. I should've known he didn't care, why did I even let him stay? I mean I didn't have much choice that's true I guess. But why was I stupid enough to stay with him? I should've stayed on the sofa or anywhere but here. Why am I so stupid and why am I always getting myself into more and more shit?

Falling for someone so heartless, so selfish, I might have a cold heart for murder that I secretly think about but I still have a heart and I still have feelings. He's a human how can he not possess those qualities?

I guess I do indeed have a lot to learn from him. How to control people, and mainly how to not care for anyone but yourself. Maybe I can use him, for my own good, I need to stop caring for him and start treating him how he treats me. But I know that would take a long time because as of right now I was wrapped around his finger like a brainless dog. Although now it was also mixed with anger.

For the next few days I just lived my life, gone out clubbing again once, stayed home, boring old life. Waiting for the Joker to show up and invade my life somehow because I knew he would, I knew that wasn't the last I've seen of him and I was right.

On a Wednesday afternoon, as I was strolling the streets just getting some fresh air, the familiar purple Lamborghini pulled up next to me, making me stop. The window rolled down revealing a smiling Joker.

"Get in doll, we've got business to do." He said and it annoyed me a little. He can't just randomly pick me up and take me whenever he so wants to.

"You know I'm not a toy, you can't just toss me around whenever you want to, you don't own me." I said with annoyance and continued walking.

I heard the car doors slam and a few pedestrians gasp as they ran in different directions. And then a hand placed on my arm pulling me back.

"Get off me! I'm not yours to just play around with!" I yell. Which caused him to laugh out loud as if it's the funniest thing he has heard.

"That's where you're wrong doll." He stopped his laughter and looked me straight in the eyes as I tried to wiggle out of his grip but it was no use. "I owned you from the day that I took you back to my warehouse, you ARE my little toy whether you like it or not. I guess I have to take you back, this little bit of freedom isn't doing you any good." He said as he pulled me back to the car.

"No! I won't go back, just let go off me you fucking psycho!" I yelled and kicked him in his leg which made him stop and turn around.

"Hmm, I see my little toy doesn't want to obey?" He said cocking his head to the side as I watched him intently. "I wanted to go easy on you doll, but you leave me no choice." He said and I looked at him in confusion.

Then just like the first time I met him, I felt a fist connect to my cheek and knock me into pure darkness.