DC Heroes&Villains Imagines/Preferences

Joker

DC Heroes and Villains Preferences/Imagines:

A/N: If you are in any way offended by things of abuse,alcohol, or just guys being total bastards. I suggest you should not read it. It's a just warning for those who do not enjoy reading something of that nature.

How You Two Meet:

You were a very prestigious woman in the Gotham community. You had friends in higher places including, the infamous man himself, Mr. Bruce Wayne.

You were currently sitting in your office at Wayne Enterprises checking your Facebook and email. He briefly spoke to you about changes happening in the company.

Throughout the tedious work schedule, you found yourself wanting a drink from a local bar. You soon left work walking in your black kitten heels singing (your favorite song).

You opened the cherry wood doors and made your way to the shiny bar.

You sat on a wooden stool and the bartender made his way to you. He showed a caring smile noticing your tired face and the wrinkle in your brows.

"Hard day huh?" He put a mini shot glass down and poured a fancy bottle of scotch into it. You simply nodded and smiled back looking into his gentle eyes.

"That's an understatement to say the least." You knocked the drink back quickly to save yourself from the awful burn soon to come.

You heard a loud cackle coming from the back of the bar towards the pool tables. You turned your head a bit to check out the scene and noticed a pale face man with vibrant green hair.

He had a girl standing close to him about the same skin color except with blonde hair dyed pink and blue. He soon noticed the way you looked at him and it seemed as if an idea sounded off in his head. The way he smiled while watching you made your body crawl with goosebumps.

He soon stood and trotted over to you with his pool cue in his hand. You noticed his grill and the various tattoos that were placed all over his body. He sat in the empty seat next to you and gently moved your hair back.

"Hey there doll face." He smirked a devilish grin and placed a kiss upon your empty hand.

You took your hand away quickly feeling squeamish. He growled softly not liking the way you interacted with him.

"You clearly have someone waiting for you. I'm not interested at all." You sassed and turned your body away from him.

"Joker, she's not interested. Back off please." The bartender tried to stand up for you noticing you were uncomfortable.

Why would he do that for? You heard a loud laugh erupt into your ears before a boom went off.

The bartender flew back with the impact of the bullet that hit him. Screams sounded off in the building as people scurried out. You sat emotionless, but on the inside you were petrified.

You felt the cold metal touch the side of your head and a girly voice was heard behind you.

"Oh c'mon Mr.J. He didn't cause you no trouble." Her face frowned when she looked at you. You knew she was beginning to get jealous. After all, her puddin' walked away to be with you.

"He shouldn't of opened his mouth. Nobody talks to me that way. I suggest you learn some respect and talk to me a bit nicer."

He whispered closely in your ear and you sat quietly not wanting to die. He lifted you up and shoved you out the door into the trunk of his purple Lamborghini.

You felt the tears fall down your face finally realizing this could be your final day on this earth. You were in the trunk for what seemed like hours when you came to a stop. 

Two strong guys grabbed you and placed you into a room. They told you to shower and get ready while walking out a different door than you came in.

You ran to the window and tried to pry it open. It must've been bolted on the other side. You heard footsteps approaching closely to the door.

"Are you dressed?"

You heard the voice of the devil speak to you. The door opened slowly and backed into the corner afraid he would do something crazy.

"Why are you not changed? I'll come back soon for our date."

He walked back out and you noticed the bathroom a few feet away.
You slowly made your way in and it was nicely built. It had double sinks and a bathtub you were ready to bathe in.

You slowly undressed and turn on the water to attempt to clean yourself of the nasty day you've had.

~time skip~

You sat in a comfy beige sweater and baggy washed out jeans. Even if he was a psychotic bastard, at least he had style. The door opened quickly and in strutted the fabulous man.

"Let's go darling. We must not let the food get cold." He let you pass him first and you walked slowly down the dim hallway.

"I hope you like our date." He giggled which turned into a full blown laughter.

You noticed the girl sitting on a white couch sharpening something. You gulped quickly and moved faster towards the opened doors.

You saw a beautiful terrace decorated in fairy lights and a table centered.

"Why are you doing this?" You questioned sitting in the chair he pulled out for you.

"It's a way to get to know each other." He applied a gentle kiss to your head.

You watched him sit and immediately start eating. You cautiously ate the food in front of you making sure nothing tastes funny.

You drank the wine in front of you feeling something hard go down. Laughter filled your ears as the world became a bit fuzzy.

"What did you do!" You yelled at him. Soon going down with a hard thud.

~the next day~

When you awoke you were back in the room, except it was daylight and the bed changed. You clutched at your throat gasping for air as it began to get tight.

"Oh it'll pass. It's a side effect. You look stunning." You inspected your arms and legs. You were now a paler color than your original skin color. (I'd be pissed😂, I'll be so ashy)

"Well it's nice to officially meet you Y/N. I'm Joker and you are now mine. Anything you need, my goons will be of service to you."

You ran into the bathroom to inspect your total transformation. You screamed as your hair was now faded and your lips full of dried blood. Your face was peeling all around. You looked as if you had awoken in a zombie filled land.

The laughter left the room and you tried to clean up the best you could. You ran to find him and soon attacked him as he turned a corner.

"You evil monster!" You shouted pounding your fists into his chest.

"Mon Cherie..." He sighed heavily and clicked a button which instantly made you fall on the ground. He knelled in front of you smiling that sly smile.

"I'm-I'm...s-sorry." You no longer had control of your mind.  You apologized for what? He was the one who disfigured you. He picked you up and kissed you hard. For some reason, you kissed back as if your life depended on it. You were now his complete and total slave. Yet, something inside of you enjoyed it and made you thrilled with excitement. You were now the Joker's toy.

~So, this may not be good and I'm sorry. Also, I'm adapting the Joker after the Suicide Squad and not The Dark Knight series for all you Heath fans.  If you enjoyed reading it, I would really appreciate that you vote on this chapter. Also, comment your favorite song at the moment. I would say Death of a Bachelor by Panic! At the Disco or Migraine by Twenty One Pilots are on my top lists lately.
Love,Cinny❤️~