Joker x Reader

Chapter 2

I feel my hair. I feel my face.

I wasn't shot!
I wasn't shot.
I wasn't shot?

The Joker looks at my hand. No, I shot. I shot when I wasn't looking. Fortunately for my sanity, I missed, but I could still see the part where my bullet grazed the Joker's skin, where he was beginning to bleed. He didn't show any sign of emotion.

He put his gun down and frowned.

"Come with me."

He didn't need to tell me, because he was dragging me by the ear anyways. He shoved me in the back of a van, and later I felt moving.

I was scared. I looked around the van. In the front were his goons, and in the back were his weapons. Weapons that I didn't even know existed until now hung from every hook on the wall. I didn't need to see that his purple Lamborghini was racing ahead of us, and the cops were right behind; because I could hear them all.

We managed to escape the cops (I don't know how), and pretty soon after the joyride we were at Joker'a hideout. I exhaled as the van door opened, I was blind folded, and lead into his hideout. It was only after I was abruptly shoved that the took off the blindfold, and I saw the hideout with all its glory -
It was huge. It was the biggest place I'd ever seen. There were no windows- it was all underground.

I got pushed into a much smaller chamber, where I was greeted by some girls. Maids. He'd decided to spare me and make me a servant.

I was greeted by girls staring. A few said hi. Their outfits were basically all white and see through skirts and shirts. And if we did get raped, there was nothing we could do about it.

A small girl, maybe 15 or 16, came over to me.

"Hi," she looked up at me. "I'm Layla."

"Y/n," you introduced yourself.

She allowed herself to smile. I could tell it was a forced one. But I had questions.

"How did I get here?" I asked.

"By car."

I was surprised by her answer. She giggled. Some people find happiness anywhere.

"No, really." I insisted. She looked at me.

"Mr. J keeps anyone who decides to stand up to him." She is now crying.

"He makes their lives a living hell until they say sorry, and then..." she trembles.

"He kills them."

I bite my lip. I can live a few years as a maid. But Layla is showing me that there's something more. I don't know what.

She gives me another fake smile.

"Well, let me show you where to get your outfit."

She leads me to the back of wherever we are.

Layla gives me an outfit like hers, except even more revealing. I sighed, and put it on, seeing no point in arguing.

"So, you'll be working in the kitchens, serving food to Mr. J."

She looked at me.

"Do NOT make any food. He has special people who do that, and he will know." She looked at me knowingly.