The Joker Imagines

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Plot: Your kidnapped by Joker and plan to fight fire with fire

Which Joker: Jack Nicholson

Warning/s: Use of Chloroform,

Requested by: @Madamance

Walking the streets of gotham (especially at night) was such a dangerous task. More so for me, a seemingly innocent young girl to be preyed upon by Predators such as Twoface, The Riddler, The Penguin and more. But this time it was the Joker preying upon me as I walked along the isolated streets of Gotham.

As if on cue, I heard footsteps. Hearing footsteps lurking behind you at any time was sure to send a shiver down your spine.. but what made it worse was the fact that:

A. I was in Gotham City

B. I could possibly murdered or kidnapped and nobody would hear me, not even the Bat

and

C. I was completely alone

Hearing these footsteps made me speed my pace up, hoping that this stranger would leave me alone. But it didn't... It continued to follow me. I ended up taking a quick turn down the alleyway in desperate attempt you lose the stranger, (Big Mistake), it horrified me even more when this person replicated my actions and turned down the alleyway. All my hope had now been swept away, I was almost certainly done for-

"So, whats a pretty little thing like you doing here, alone, at night?" I heard the 'stranger' question deviously.

I ignored them and continued walking praying they would leave, (Another Big Mistake). I was gripped from behind and spun around, their hand on my chin as I stared into their icy blue eyes. Fear then racked through me as I realised who I was talking to. Luminescent green hair, Striking eyes that could paralyze a statue, Skin that didn't differ from the colour of the pale moonlight all that much, all dressed well in a purple suit.

"As of now, you will answer when spoken to-" he trailed off as I zoned out, his 'speech' seemed to go on for hours...

"Do you understand?" he asked, smirking.

I nodded.

"Do you understand?" he repeated, raising his voice a little more.

"Yes..." I finally answered, sniffling.

"Yes, who?" he pried, look around as if searching for this mysterious person.

"Yes, Master." I confirmed.

"Right-eo, kitten. We're going home." he purred bringing a chloroform coated napkin up to my mouth.

"Goodnight, doll." he finished as I dropped to the floor.

-TIME SKIP-

I awoke in a lavish room, everything was pristine clean. Striking white curtains with gold embroidery, A polar bear skin rug placed before the bed, the bed covered in a white duvet once again with gold threaded through it, making it seem as though it was a running theme. A dresser neatly stood in front of the bear skin rug and opposite the dresser on either side of the bed were two bedside tables, each with astonishing gold lamps atop them. To my left sat a extensive glass window looking out onto the deep, dark forest and to my right was a single door which I assumed would lead to a bathroom of sorts. It was absolutely gorgeous and it made me feel superior to everyone else. To say the least it was extremely classy.

"Morning, doll. How'd ya sleep?"

A voice broke me out of my trance as I looked over to the corner to see the Joker himself seated in a white chair over by the window.

"Good thankyou, sir." I answered, completely terrified.

I need to get out of here... how would I do it?

Fight fire with fire.. crazy with crazy. He sat there thinking of what to say next while he basked in my fear. No more fear. Not anymore.

"But I must compliment you on what a lovely room you have here, Daddy." I teased with a wink.

'No more fear, I needed to get out of here' I thought as he sat there surprised at my sudden outburst, he quickly recovered himself and straightened his posture.

"Oh really now?" he asked smirking.

I nodded.

"Why thankyou, kitten." he added.

This was my ticket out of here... no matter how long it took I would, eventually, get out of here...

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