The Joker Imagines (Jared Leto)

Mine

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The screaming of alarms rang in your ears as you sat curled up in the corner of your cot. Your palms over your ears, you debated on whether you should get up and go to your door, or if you should stay in your safe spot. You decided on staying as a dark figure passed by your little window, the figure slowly turning and the lock to your door unlatching. You stared in disbelief. You were a sociopath, an unstable murderer, and whoever it was actually wanted to let you out?

"Come on kitten, we don't have much time..." The voice from behind the door had you on your feet and moving in a second as you threw open the door and wrapped your arms around the Joker's neck. "Ahhhhh...take the gun, darling, and we'll be out of here." he crooned, temporarily gripping your hips but letting go so you two could walk leisurely down the grey hall. You looped your left arm through his right as he held his gun loosely in his left hand. The lights were red and blinking as you rounded the corner and stopped, a familiar blonde in front of the both of you. "Joker...I thought you were gone already," Harleen's eyes darted to you as she attempted to hide the gun in her hand. Your eyes narrowed as you looked at your shrink, observing her nervousness and the little tick under her eye that showed when she was hiding something. You smirked, unhooking your arm from Joker's and slowly turning to plant a kiss on the lower part of his jaw, eyes on Harleen the whole time. You watched her fist clench around the gun and her own jaw tense as she watched Joker slowly roll his head back in pleasure. He grinned at her as he walked towards her, pulling you with him. "Is someone...jealous?" Harleen shook her head, eyes narrow. "I don't believe that," Joker continued as you untangled yourself from him, creeping behind the psychiatrist, who kept her eyes on him the whole time. "Did you come with that itty...bitty...revolver to...get rid of dear Y/N here?" Harleen, almost in a trance, nodded slowly while staring into Joker's eyes. You snarled quietly as you slid the revolver from her hand, which was now relaxed and pliable. "Tsk tsk tsk. You've been bad, Ms. Quinn. Very...very...bad. You see," Joker continued as he started to circle the poor woman, his breathing heavy and teeth glinting in the red light as you began to get antsy, hearing the men on the other side of the building running through the halls. "Y/N is mine. MINE. And I don't like people touching my things." You began to back towards the exit, knowing that he would be done soon. "So you, doll, must be...punished...for your misdeeds." Joker's laugh filled the hallway as he spoke right next to Harleen's ear. "Say night night, Harleen." A quiet whisper came from her trembling lips as Joker raised the butt of the gun to her head. "Night night." With that, he hit her with the gun and she hit the floor, her white coat falling open. Joker grabbed your hand and you raced through the hallways of Arkham, laughing like maniacs you were as you hit the window, falling.  

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