Joker imagines

Imagine Joker beats you.

Imagine: After coming from a long meeting, Joker beats an already hurt (y/n) but, quickly regrets it.

Joker slams the door violently as he enter's the warehouse, his eyes clouded over and filled with anger and rage. All he could think of was getting to his personal punching bag, who on most day's was his loving girlfriend (y/n). But, today, she's only a plaything in his eye's.

He stomped up the stairs to angry to speak and to frustrated to demand, as he twisted the knob and shoved the door in nearly damaging the wall as it hit the wall with a loud thud.

The Bat had ruined his fun once again, capturing half his men and damaging his most expensive suit. The money he had schemed and plotted to have for month's had gone up in flames after Batman landed on the truck planting one of his many gadgets on the metallic compartment blowing up the back attachment of the truck. J hardly made it out if it wasn't for the police suddenly showing up and nearly taking off Batman's head claiming him to have committed theft.

J felt a smile come to his lip's as the figure on the bed jumped almost unnoticeably on the velvet sheets of the bed. Her back faced towards the Clown King, it was only an accidental yet simple gesture but it made J's blood boil.

Nobody turns their back on him.

He stomps over to the bed and within seconds has her wrist in his grip and she's already screaming, maybe becuase it was already broken from her last punishment, but at the time he couldn't care less.

He hummed softly in pleasure hearing her cries of pain, it made him wonder when was the last time he had actually tortured anybody. Probably a few day's.

"Wakey. Wakey. Time to play a game" he whispered his hand taking her brusied jaw in his hand roughly pulling her up to look him in the eye.

His hand met the side of her face shutting her up instantly but, causing a whimper to escape her swollen lips. He took a closer look and noticed the gash on her lower lip, purple surrounding the injury.

"Please, J. No more, if only for a day" she begged but, her throat was sore and scratchy as if she hadn't had any water in day's or it was problem from all the screaming go she was doing yesterday.

Joker would usually take her into his arm's and cuddle up with her for who knows how long, he'd kiss her forehead and coax her to sleep. But, today was different. He held no compassion in this moment or pity not even guilt.

She was only a punching bag for him now.

"Shut up and take it. Your my toy, you little slut" he hisses harshly before slapping you harshly, your head snaps to the side violently and you fall to the floor to weak to catch yourself.

Joker lifts her by her hair making her cry with tear's running down her face. He used to kiss her tear's away and wipe them from her face before telling a joke to make her feel batter or tell her about his day. But, he only watched as his balled up fist makes its way into her gut making her spit up blood. His fist moves faster then his mind can process as he punches your bruised cheek with brutal force making you collapse.

You gasp for air as you lay on the floor, your head to the tiled floor and blood pouring from your mouth. You sniffle achingly holding your stomach as you feel your broken ribs move pain spasming through your system.

"J please...please..." you wheeze out trying desperately to breathe straight as you close your eyes trying to imagine anything other then the pain splintering through you.

Joker panted lightly his hands speckled with your precious life fluid and his eye's slowly beginning to clear up and his anger depletes.

It takes him a moment as he stares down at the woman he had always claimed to love although not aloud. His fist unravels slowly as he feels your hand wrap around the cloth of his pant's in a pathetic attempt to make him stop.