The Joker Imagines

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Plot: Joker stalks and attempts to kidnap her because she witnessed one of his killings and has told her boyfriend. Joker then kills her boyfriend in front of her then forcedly makes her his with a forced lemon

Which Joker: Jack Nicholson

Warning/s: Violence, Strong Language, Smut

Requested by: SharkTheHorrorAddict

I heard a distant scream as I headed to an alleyway to make my way home in my Master of Puppets (Metallica), Black Jeans and my overly worn tennis shoes. It paralyzed and paranoid me. Part of me told me to run the over way and another part told me to go and help them but with a peek past the corner I was completely convinced that there was no helping them. Green hair, purple suit, red chesire smile.... The Joker. Not a chance we could both go against him and have the both of us surviving..and after he slit her throat and began laughing I knew that for sure as I ran....

-TIME SKIP TO THE DAY AFTER-

There were eyes on me, I could tell. Somebody's eyes burning metaphorical holes through me. It had been going on for a while now and it was beginning to give me paranoia even if I was with somebody I would normally feel safe with. For example: My boyfriend who has currently taking a walk through the park with me. To had to the small feeling of paranoia I was constantly hearing things and these weren't small noises to be brushed off; footsteps, floorboards creaking, items falling out of place and more. This was what helped build the paranoia.

"Hey, you doin' alright?" my boyfriend, Blake, asked.

"I saw him do it, Blake he killed her..." I replied distantly.

"I know... Come on, I got a little surprise for you." he inquired trying to distract me as he pulled me along.

My body followed, but my conscience didn't. I stayed there thinking as he lead me away and into the woods which frightened me and snapped me out of it.

"Blake, are you sure about this?" I questioned uncertainty in my voice as I raked a hand through my short, dirty blonde hair.

"Shark, trust me." he said, pulling me closer to him.

We walked through the woods and after doing so for some time, reached a lake, the lake we went to sit by for a picnic on our first date.

"Awww, Blakey, You shouldn't have." I gasped as I peered at a checkered blanket.

He then pulled out a large picnic basket from behind his back, it didn't surprise me that I'd not seen it. I was far too focused on other things, maybe Blake was right... I did need to loosen up.

Blake pulled out a wine bottle and two glasses, pouring the red liquid into the both of them as I picked mine up and took a generous sip.

"Thankyou." I whispered.

He scratched his neck, sheepishly, and made a humming noise causing me to laugh. Just as I finished my laugh, another was heard. The same one from the night before...

"Blake, I think we should-"

"Why? The parties only just began... but tell me something, Blakey. You ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight?" he questioned turning to Blake.

"Wha-" he began before a bullet pierced his skull.

Red wine and Blood staining my clothes as I began sobbing horrendously leaning over onto Blake.

"I always ask that of all my prey, kitten. I just... like the sound of it." he turned to me, throwing his hands up in the air to emphasize it.

"What do you want?" I asked him crying pleadingly.

"My face on the one dollar bill, baby." he replied smartly with a wink.

He then advanced towards me with a white cloth that was forcibly placed over my nose and mouth, everything disappearing everything into little black dots

-TIME SKIP-

"Ahhh, you're awake."

"Mr. J-joker sir-" I began to sputter, sitting there with the cold air hitting my skin.

"Daddy." he corrected.

I gulped, starting my sentence over.

"D-daddy, I can give y-you whatever you want. Wh-what is it that you want?" I asked hiccupping from all the crying I'd been doing.

"I want you, baby girl." he smirked looking me up and down.

He came over and began to slowly and teasingly undress me, slipping the stained Metallica shirt off of me, tugging on the clasp of my bra and peeling off the jeans. I sat there in front of him, almost stark naked with only my panties. He walked up to me tilting my head upwards with a gloved hand.

"Daddy's gonna make you his." he remarked pulling out a pocket knife and flicking the blade out.

All I could do was stare at the blade helplessly as I was paralyzed with fear. He made his way down to my womanhood and teased me by sliding the cold blade across my now throbbing core this stressed me out beyond words while he simply sat there basking my pain. He then moved the blade up to my stomach and began to slowly carve a painfully large J into me. I screamed out in pain, grinding my teeth, fidgeting, begging him to stop but it was all a useless attempt. My mouth tasted of blood, my wrists and ankles now had deep cuts imbedded into them and all the blood from the J dripping down my exposed flesh while he just laughed his way through it.

"S-Stop."

"What? Haven't you ever heard of the healing power of laughter, sweets?"

"N-no..." I wheezed out.

He sighed, "Maybe you should name your pain" he said chuckling as he leaned in, "I have given a name to my pain, and it is Batman." he said laughing harder as he rose his index finger.

I glared at him. Making him sigh dreamily.

"Its As though we were made for each other... Beauty and the Beast. Of course, if anyone else calls you beast, I'll rip their lungs out." he said grabbing my hand 'comfortingly'.

I continued glaring while he just smiled.

"Why so serious?"

His laughter racked the room and mixed with my screams, cries and shouts of pain.

Word Count:

1069

End Note:

I hope you enjoyed this chapter and as always I will see you in the next chapter... I won't if I don't get some of your requests though. :p