The charity ball you are attending is boring as hell. You sigh heavily and down another glass of champagne. The slight buzz sparks some liquid courage and you twirl in place once. You walk towards a random man and start up a conversation.
As you force a fake laugh, shots are heard. People scream in terror and duck down to the ground. Except you of course. You sigh happily and fling your arms out.
"Finally!! Some action." You yell out happily.
A man known as the Joker walks in from who knows where and laughs maniacally.
Men from all corners push everyone down and surround the place. Each with a gun in hand.
"Well well. What do we have here?" The Joker says with a big smile.
He walks up to you, and you bow dramatically.
"Your highness." You drawl with a smirk.
The Joker raises and eyebrow at you and gets close to your face.
"And who might you be darling?"
"Y/N." you say perkily. In all honesty, you didn't know where this was coming from. You knew the Joker was known for horrible things. Don't get me wrong, you were scared shitless. Yet, you weren't.
"What a lovely name. Would you like to be the first to sit in the chair?" He says, already grabbing your arm and pulling you up to the stage.
You are forced down onto a chair and a blindfolded well, blinds you. You sit quietly and place your hands on your lap. Sobs are heard and you giggle. How exciting.
"Point." You hear the Joker whisper in your ear.
"Anywhere?"
"Yes yes anywhere. Now just point."
You nod and slowly bring your arm up. Your pointer finger sticks out and you make circles with your finger before abruptly stopping to the far right.
The blind fold is taken off and you see it's pointed at your father. You make a to bad shrug and see the Joker presenting you the gun.
"Shoot him." He says with a smile. Your eyes widen and you look at the gun. You slowly take it with steady hands and you look at him.
"Point. Aim. Shoot." He says the matter of factly.
You take in a shaky breath. You've never shot a gun before. What if you missed? You turn the gun on the old man and level it to his head. You see him shaking with fear.
You glance up at the Joker and he glances at you impatiently. You quickly look back at your father. Just as you were about to shoot, Batman bursts into the room and starts fighting the henchmen.
You growl in annoyance and glare at the masked man.
"Go away Batman! You're ruining party night!!" You yell.
You hear the Joker break into fits of laughter as you began to shoot at Batman frantically. Hitting the occasional civilian or two.
As shit hits the fan, you notice your old man trying to make a break for it. A sigh escapes your lips and you dart for him. While he is distracted, you jump on him and grab and champagne glass.
"N-no. Please! Y/N don't do this!" He cries out. You scoff and shake your head. Pathetic.
You smash the cup onto his eye and he screams out in agony. Just as you were about to do some more damage you feel yourself being yanked away.
"No!" You tell in anger.
Your head whips around and you see the Joker. He smiles widely at you and pulls you into the darkness. You both make your way out and into the escape vehicle.
"Darling. I have a feeling we are going to be real good friends."
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