Joker Imagines

~6-Part Two+A/N-Please Read~

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As Billy dragged me into the room, not so gently, an old many started at me with burning eyes. What's his problem? Probably you. Good point. Bully pulled me along with him to a chair that was placed right in front of the large table that the man sat behind. Sitting down onto the white chair, staining it with the blood that covered my clothes, I looked at the man innocently. "What happened?" Was he talking to me? Obviously, who else would he address his question to? Billy? Just answer him. "Your workers died." I replied, while sinking back into the chair in shame. "How many?" The mans eye began to twitch. I'm guessing he was pretty angry. "All of my guards, except Billy." My eyes darted around the room, trying to find something to look at but him. Suddenly, he pushed of everything that was located on his desk onto the floor, making me jump with surprise. I wish you the best of look.

"Why the hell would you kill all of my best guards! You freak! What can I do with you? Killers deserve justice, and that's exactly what I will bring to you!" His angry yells echoed through the large room. In the corner of my eye I could see Billy tense and place his hand on top of his gun. What is he planning on doing? What does he mean by giving me justice? He will kill you. But why? I haven't done anything? Tears began to form in my eyes as fear began to show on my face. You're a killer. He think he will end you. How wrong is he. Prove him wrong. Do it.

"Get out of my head!" My outburst makes the man jump back every so slightly, yet he still was trying to find something in the draw of his desk. Probably a gun. "How dare you say I'm a killer!" I jump over the table at the man, pulling him to the ground with my weight. Firmly grasping hold of his collar, the fear that was written on my face transformed into a cocky smirk. Punch after punch, the mans face becomes red with blood, and his faint breathing could be heard ever so slightly. Billy has not moved from his spot, but instead watched with amusement as I beat up his boss. Quickly leaning over to grab the scissors that landed not far from me, I held them tightly in my hand. My wicked grin grew as the scissors got closer to the mans chest that was barley moving anymore. "Did bringing justice work out well for you?" I laugh in his face. "I am a killer that will make Gotham beg on its knees for my mercy." Leaning in closer to his beaten face, I place mouth near his ear. "I will watch this place burn to the ground, leaving ash, dust and destruction behind." Moving my head back so I would make eye contact with the man, I notice that he can barely keep his eyes open. "But I'm doing you a favour now. You won't have to suffer the things I have planned for Gotham, so I hope you will thank me when we meet again."

With that said I stabbed the scissors through his heart, laughter erupting from me just like the blood from my victim. Jumping up and pulling the scissors out of his body, I spin around, finding myself looking at a terrified Billy. Slowly making my way towards him, he begins to back away, only to be forced against a wall. "Y/N, calm down." His voice was cracking due to the fear that began awaking inside him. "I am calm, sweetheart." I reply back, with a small smirk instead of my insane grin I had seconds ago. "Y/N, put the scissors down, please. I don't want to hurt you." The desperation in his voice was so obvious. How cute is he? "It's quite sad that Y/N can't really hear you right now. She won't be able to save you anymore. You make her weak. You make me weak." Billy pulled out his gun, aiming it right at my head. "You aren't  able to kill me. You don't want to kill me." I laugh, but suddenly stop when I hear gun shots outside. Seconds after, Joker bursts through the door, laughing. His insane laughter gets even more louder when he sees my latest victim laying dead on the floor.

"You doll are something special." He turns around to face me. "And I would love to see you stab your little boyfriend here, but we don't have much time until the other guards come. So here." Throwing the gun at me, I catch it just in time, dropping the blood covers scissors in the process. "Make it quick." His voice serious. Smirking, I aim the gun at Billy's head, reflecting his actions. "Y/N, I know you are in there. Stop this, please." My hand twitched but the gun was still ready to blow the brains out of the man in front of me. "I love you." His faint whisper was barley hearable. He loves you! Do something! "B-Billy?" I reply back, with tears in my eyes. Was I really going to end him? Yes, why else would you be point a gun at him. I can't risk his life anymore. I need to leave him behind. Tears began to stream down my bloody face. "Doll, kill him." Jokers voice made me jump in fear. He wanted me to kill him. This is all his fault! Aiming the gun at Joker, my hand begins to shake violently.

"You can't have a weakness any more!" The gun goes back to being pointed at Billy. "No. I can't kill him." Pulling my hand to its previous position, Joker stares at me with confusion. "I can't have a weakness, you stupid girl!" The gun finds it way back to Billy. "He loves me. I won't kill him." My angry yells echo through the silent room once again. Arguing over choosing love or power. This is not what I wanted in life. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, and pull the trigger.
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