Newbie Joker X Reader

Untitled Part 1

"D-Don't w-worry (y/n) you're only the eighth guard he's gone through an-and I'm sure they'll reassign me after all I am just a newbie..." A cold voice boomed through the silence of the hall, the hall that led to one lone cell.
"Perhaps they thought your death would be nothing..." At the end of the hall stood the Clown Prince Of Crime himself, Joker. He held out his pale hand as I stumbled to him. No way he wanted me to shake it I thought. I also wanted to ingnore him although he was known for irritating people.
"O-Of course my fa-" I decided against finishing that sentence, '...I have family it'll mean something to them.' Saying this of course would give him info about me and if he did decide to kill me he could go after my family.
"You know it's disrespectful not to shake a man's hand."
"You're not a man you're a monster." I almost couldn't belive my own words. Sure I was right, but last thing I wanted to do was piss him off, although he seemed to shrug it off. I now realised that since this part of the asylum was old and below most everything their were no cameras. No cameras...They decided this only because there is only one way out and in and that way is covered with camera's so if he'd escape someone would know. However that'd be after he killed his guard. But that's not why all these thoughts crossed my mind, so many questions I could ask him, I was almost sure with a bit of bribery I could get him to answer my questions. His voice once again shook me from my thoughts. Althouh now acompanied with a scary chuckle.
"You're a cute little one aren't you."
"I-....I am w-well upbove little..S-Shut up!" He let out a low chuckle.
"You're cute, Officer...(l/n)"
"Listen, I want you to answer a few questions..."
"I wasn't aware I was under investigation." I sighed. He was SO difficult. He moved close to the bars and grabbed my hand.
"H-Hey!"
"Scare ya did I?...Do I scare you?"
"You are but a man an no mere...No mere man could scare me, but what you could do to me, scares me..." I tried to rip my hand away with my other and he grabbed it with his own pulling my arms through the bars...Into his domanin. He could break my arms or fingers if he wanted. Almost as if reading my mind he said.
"I wouldn't want to hurt you...No...In fact...I like you, not like my last guard Jack he wassss...." He held the last letter "s" as if he was looking for the word, then he found it.
"Controling...Don't be like Jack Dear...I wouldn't like you to end up like him..He's crazy now...Poor boy..." I relaxed as he began to babble on it seemed he had no motives to hurt me but after all, what does a psycotic need a motive to kill for. I decided I'd ask him now since he seemed rather calm holding my hand that is until he abruptly stated.
"Drowing, drowing, dead! Poor old Jack...Never got those swimming lessons." He smirked slightly before releasing my hand and falling to the floor laughing.
"Did you kill him?" He didn't bother to adress my questions existence.
"Pretty to look at and good to talk to...What else coul a guy ask for?" He continued to cackled on.
"Did you kill him?" I asked increasing my volume slightly.
"What does it matter?" He was right, it wasn't like it made a difference Jack was dead, it mattered not to me if the Joker or anyone else killed him. I wasn't heartless but growing up in Gotham you see death all the time, it wasn't surprising.
"So...what's a cute kid like you doing working at Arkam Sweetie?"
"I...Umm...I can't really answer that because I really don't know how...I needed the money took some training got the job...And (y/n)'s fine"
"Got a boyfriend?" The question it's self surprised me coming out of his lips scared me. I had heard rumors about the infamous Harley Quinn and how she'd falled for his tricks long ago, but besides Quinn he was well know for being a charmer. Charmers were always bad for me.
"Sorta-of..." I scratched my head thinking about my boyfriend, then immeadietly to the bruises all over my body and scratches on my back.
"Sort-" I took off my black maditory black "ARKHAM" jacket off and wrapped it around my waist for him to see the bruises on my arms.
"Ahh...That's a fresh one...Last night I presume?" I simply nodded smirking. He looked up intrigued, then spoke.
"You're a fighter?"
"I'd never let him hit me without swinging back...That's Gotham mentality for you...Well not exactly...Sure most women wouldn't bother fighting back because they know they'd loose but nothing's certain...I guess you could say I like the thrill of it...The pain." I crossed my brusied arms leaning against a wall taking in his facial expressions.
"They say you stay in Gotham long enough you GET crazy...Other say anyone in Gothams already crazy, you have to be to work, deal with, let alone treat people here. Maybe you've spent to much time here..." I laughed, I laughed so hard I found myself loosing breath and slid down the wall laughing.
"Me crazy?" I giggled, and he laughed along with me, until I decided to break the silence.
"I'm gonna leave him though?"
"I don't see the problem honey, you have a perfectly normal relationship." I gave him a look and rolled my eyes. Here's to think half an hour into the shift and I've already gotten to become aquantances with the Joker.
"Same thing every day though...Arguing...Throwing punches...Rough sex..." I put a hand to my temple and rubbed it I was getting a headach just thinking about him.
"Lately though I've been skiping that last part..." I flushed and broke into a small embarressed sweat as I once again remembered who I was talking to.
"Erectile disfuntion...Is he having problems...Y'know down there?" I giggled and barley sputted out a sentence.
"N-Noo...It-Its not that..." I continued to laugh.
"Are you?" He questioned daringly, I gave him a mean look and stuck your tongue out before continuing to laugh.
"No." I seriously stated.
"Well then what is the problem it seems sex is the only thing holding your ummm..."Relationship" together."
"That just the thing I've noticed so I've been conduction a bit of an experiment, no sex this whole week and the results have been, interesting to say the least. Don't get me wrong I love the rough sex its just that...-"
"That's all there is."
"Yeah, its like there's no connection...I don't even remember why we got together in the first place and to be honest, the sex is getting boring..." I sighed. I no longer felt shame speaking on the subject after all this is a man whose killed, stolen, and God know's what else, so I decided I didn't care.
"Why not try spicing things up?"
"It's more like his presence itsself gotten boring..."
"Ahh, I see, so you're gonna break up with him?"
"Yeah, it probably won't go to well, but I will." I sighed this was almost calming...The Joker, calming to me? Maybe I was insane...
"If he bothers you, tell me, I'll handel him." I giggled as he said this he gave me a serious face and spoke lowly.
"I'm not jokin' kid." I giggled even more, I almost couldn't belive me of all people was going to say this.
"Why so serious?" He laughed as well.
This is how most of my shifts went Joker and I playing around, laughing, talking about life, talking about death, Gotham, but mostly he showed me card tricks. One day about halfway through a shift my phone started going off I thought I had turned it off. I stumbled for it but it was in a few feet away from where I was seated. I crawled over to it. "Micheal"
"Ugh!" I sent the phone to voicemail before taking it with me. Joker sighed and moved the cards aside.
"Its been a month and the bruises haven't stopped and they seem worse. Have you given up?"
"Not in the mood to talk about it today..." I sighed as my phone rang once again.
"It's him isn't it? He stop stalking you yet? When are you gonna what was it? Handel it?" He did air quotes around handel it.
"It's none of your business!" I shouted at him and stood walked a few feet away and answered.
"What the hell is it?" A voice so drunk answered, I swore I could smell the liquor.
"T' hell are you? Cheating on me...Again?"
"I am at work and we are over, stop bothering me, I told you we we're done!" I hung up the phone and threw it at the wall closest to me before looking over to The Joker.
"There! I-I handeled it!" I walked over to him sitting on the floor across from him the only thing seperating us was the bars. My head dropped and tears streamed down my face, I wasn't sad, but tired...So tired. Micheal wouldn't leave me alone, I was behind on rent, hadn't eaten a real meal in weeks, and Micheal was still beating me, only now I didn't have the to power to protect myself. The Joker found this all very amusing.
"What the hell is so funny?" I asked wiping my face.
"You could have solved all you problems by now but you ignored what I've seen most people kill for...A favor from me..."
"I happen to like my soul and don't plan on selling it the Devil." He rolled his eyes.
"Let me help you."
"I can do it myself." I crossed my arms. He reaced through the bars and held my hand.
"Let me take care of you. A cute little angel like you shouldn't have to go through the things you do." This made me laugh, laugh almost uncontrolably. He let my hand go and reched back over to his cards. After flipping a few over he asked:
"Is this your card?" I looked over to his card then started remebering my own. I shook my head.
"Nope..." He seemed to be in disbelif.
"Huh? C-Come closer..." I was a bit skeptical but nevertheless did as he asked. As I sat on the floor across from him on the floor he reched through the bars towards my chest. I insinctly moved back. He chuckled a bit darkly.
"If I wanted to hurt you I would have done it by now..." I giggled.
"Yeah, that how you get girls close to you, good old fashion charm." I sarcastically said, while scooting towards him smirking. He gave me a nonchalant smile before reching to my white two button down button up. He reached into my shirt and his hand was suprisingly warm. It sent my blood into a frenzy pummping in my heart then all through my body at an alarming rate, I didn't even notice when he removed his his. I felt as if I someone had ripped something great from within me. I felt strange fuzzy. His voice was fuzzy, I couldn't hear the words I instead focused on his lips. His scars...I could hear my heart in my ears, my tempature increasing, and my hands getting clammy. He grabbed my hand pulling me from my daydream.
"Y-...Umm Yeah." He was holding a card to me I could only see the back of it.
"Is this your card?" He turned it in his hand and sure enough that was the card I had picked earlier.
"Yes." He put his hands around the bars pressing his face close to the bars and even closer to me. My heart rate quickened and he smirked.
"What?" He cackled and licked his lips deviously.
"I wanna tell you a sercret come close..." I reached for my gun placing it away from him, along with my knife.
"Still don't trust me?"
"I'll never trust anyone." I leaned in and he roughly pressed hs lips against mine reaching through the bars he put his hands around my head deepening the kiss. I pulled away shocked and immendiatly pulled him by his shirt kissing him roughly. My tongue found its way into his mouth fighting against his, I once again pulled back leaving him obviously agitated at my teasing.
"Cut that out..." He said through gritted teeth.
"Make me..." I looked over to the clock my shift was up.
"Looks like we'll have finish this some other time..." I picked up my jacket and tossed it over my shoulder.
"Don't leave me here like this sweetie...Come back! NOW!" I walked away not daring to look back, I wanted to tease him. I wanted him to not just want me...I wanted him to need me.
As I was finally half sleep I heard a loud banging from my front door. I reched in my bedside table taking out my glock, I quickly took off the saftey and cocked it. I walked to my door and called out.
"Who is it?" I was very groggy I looked to my stove clock it was 3 in the morning, and I had only gotten off about three hours ago.
"Don't leave Daddy outside here its cold..." The familiar voice agaitated me and I swung open the door holding the gun straight away not moving a muscle.
"You wanna die tonight?" Micheal knocked the gun to the ground and picked me up by my hips pushing me up against the door post. I "I'm tired of you denying me...I think Daddy needs to show you who's in charge." His kissed my neck and I knee'd him in the "area" he fell to his knees and I quickly grabbed my gun.
"If you don't leave I will shoot you." I stated firmly and slammed the door in his face locking it. I went back to sleep and about and a few hours later there was a knock on the door I ignored it.
I while later I heard more knocking ignoring it once again I fell back asleep, untill I woke once again to much louder knocking. I got up again grabbing my glock, once again before I opened the front door to my apartment I screamed.
"Micheal I swear to God I will shoot your damn dick off! I'm fucking exhausted!" I kicked over a nearby chair before opening the door.
"Don't take that additude with me honey...You might start something you cant finish." I heard police sirens that had just past my apartment I could tell. The purple suit, the face pain, the white gloves that we're splattered with blood. A machete in one hand. I stared at it.
"Oh, this well didin't Daddy J say he would take care of you..." He let himself in closing the door behind him, locking it.