Desire - The Joker fanfiction

Part 12

As the days went by, I felt myself grow more and more attached to the psychotic clown. Every time he'd leave to go on one of his missions, I would worry about him. I'd ask myself questions like "is he ok? Is he hurt? What if he doesn't come back?" But as soon as he came back, relief would wash over me and I'd feel stupid for worrying so much.

It felt weird, it's been maybe a week since he brought me back and although I still had to sit in the same room with nothing to do, I wasn't mad anymore. Maybe it's because I wanted him to 'finish it' with me like he has said before. Or maybe I was just accepting the fact that I might be falling in love with him and that this is the place I truly want to be at.

Either way, I tried to not think about it because it would only frustrate me.

Right now I was once again waiting for Joker to come back from one of his missions so that I could ask if I could maybe leave this room and walk around the warehouse. That was a long shot but it was worth a try.

After several hours of laying on the bed, daydreaming or whatnot, he finally came into the room.

"You're back." I jumped off the bed and smiled.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He chuckled as if I said something humorous.

"Can I ask something?" I asked ignoring his remark, he nodded. "I hope you've noticed that I've been good for the past week and I was wondering.. if maybe you could stop leaving me in this room and let me walk around the warehouse?" I asked and gave him my best puppy eyes.

He laughed which confused me. Did I say something funny or does he find everything so amusing?

"Oh doll, you do ask for a lot." He shook his head smiling. "But I'd have to say... No." he simply said and turned around ready to walk out but I grabbed his arm which made him turn around a little annoyed.

"Please! I'm bored out of my mind-"

"I said no, don't push me." He said sternly and ripped his arm out of my grip.

"I won't try to escape I won't do anything bad!" I say as he takes steps towards the door. "Just trust me damn it!" I yell and he stops dead in his tracks.

He spins around and looks at me with a serious expression.

"Trust you? Why would I even think of doing that?" He asked as he walked over to me again.

"Because.. because I realised I don't want to leave. As crazy as this sounds, I want to be here, by my own will." I say and he doesn't take his eyes off mine.

"Doll I thought you'd realise by now that I don't trust anyone or anything." He said, "and if you think I would trust you, that's one good joke!" He laughed maniacally.

I frowned at his response. I mean those words but he doesn't believe me. And suddenly I felt sorry for the clown, someone must've betrayed his trust so badly to make him like this.

"What can I do to prove to you that you can trust me?" I asked and he stopped laughing.

He walked over to me, bringing his face close to mine again, his lips close to my ear. "Nothing doll. Absolutely nothing." And with that he left.

I couldn't help but feel a little hurt. Of course he won't trust me but I felt like I trusted him, and I would do anything to prove to him that he could trust me too. I was gonna win his trust, I don't know how but I will.

But now I have nothing better to do than daydream or just sleep.

A few days had rolled by and once again they consisted of, sleeping, eating and worrying. I was laying on the bed but this time with my back on the bed, head hanging off the bed and legs against the wall.

A knock came from the door and my head snapped towards it to see one of the goons walk in with a tray of food. Some of the Joker's goons were quite polite, they'd always knock before coming in and they'd bring me food, others might be a bit ruder but they were all somewhat nicer than the Joker himself, which is understandable.

"Thank you." I say as he placed the tray on my bed. He nodded and began to walk out. "Hey, what's your name?" I asked and he turned around, looking a bit confused.

"Josh." He replied after some hesitation.

"Nice to meet you Josh." I smiled and he returned the smile.

It was nice talking to someone, it's rather lonely in this room. But this pleasant moment was interrupted when a sudden bang came from the other side of the warehouse and was then replaced with yells and screams.

I jumped at the sudden noise and the goon sprinted out towards the noise, forgetting to lock my door.

I knew the best thing would be to stay here but my curiosity was taking advantage of this. So I walked to the door and out of the room, following the muffled groans that came from what sounded like downstairs. So I followed until I saw light from the outside making the entire place brighter, it was the big doors of the warehouse wide open. And on the floor right in front of them lay a few goons covered in blood, still alive but they were the source of the noises. And next to them, leaning against the wall, was the Joker, tightly holding his side and his face scowling, obvious he is in pain.

Sudden pain hit me, seeing him in pain almost hurts me too. I couldn't just stand there watching them so I ran, I sprinted as fast as I could, towards them.

"She's going to escape!" A goon yelled and the Joker looked up, saw me and his face became angry.

But I just ran until I reached the Joker. His face changed from angry to confused as he stared at me. After a moment of hesitation, I wrapped my arms around him, softly enough to not cause him anymore pain.

The goons stood around watching, shocked at the scene.

As soon as I let go, I looked at the clown's side to see that he was badly bleeding, the wound looked deep and blood was gushing out. He was becoming more pale than he was already if that was possible.

"Oh my god, you need to stitch up that wound, you can die you know!" I said worryingly.

"You're not gonna try to escape?" He asked ignoring my question.

"Why would I try to escape?" I ask and after a couple of seconds he smiled lightly. How can he be smiling when he's on the verge of death. "Someone bring me a damn first aid kit or something!" I yelled and some of the goons ran I'm guessing to find what I asked for.

"Come on, you need to sit down." I hurried the Joker to sit on the nearest sofa. He didn't disobey, he did exactly as I asked him to which seemed strange but I guess he's in too much pain to protest.

Finally one of the goons brought me the medicine kit and I opened it, panicking as I realised I've never tried stitching up a wound before. But since there's no way he could go to a doctor, I'm gonna do it myself.

I cleaned the wound and began stitching as best as I could. The adrenaline rush and sudden fear of loosing him, helped me do this faster with my shaky hands. As I was stitching him up he didn't even flinch, not one bit. He just stared down at me as I was doing it, like the pain was nothing for him.

Once I was done and proud of my somewhat alright work I looked up at him. He was already looking at me.

"How do you feel?" I ask still worried that he might be in pain.

"Better." He replied and flashed me his metal grin.

I took a seat next to him on the sofa and couldn't hold myself back anymore as I threw my arms around him, holding him so tightly but not touching the wound.

"Do you trust me now?" I whispered.