Insane Love (Batman X Joker X Reader){1}

Chapter 8

"Nicolas!", I said with joy in my voice. I smiled largely at him and held out my arms to embrace him in a hug.

His thin lips grew into a smile too and he held out his arms too.

"Miss (last name), what a delightful person to meet at this hour", he said. Nicolas is our butler, he was always kind to me and made me laugh as a child, he supported me on all of my decisions.

"Come in, come in. I must say miss (last name), you're a bit late for dinner", he laughed faintly. I entered in the doorway.

"Let's just say, I was a little caught up. Could you please give the man in the taxi $60, my mother's money of cause". He nodded and pulled out a roll of money from his inside pocket. He walked out the door, closing it behind him, and I turned around to take in my dramatic childhood home.

I instantly walked up the sandstone main stairs up to the second floor.

My mother turned my room into another study room for my father who was away on business. So I decided to go to the guest bedroom instead. As I walked down the hallway, I read the clock which was hanging on the wall -3:07am.

I placed a hand over my mouth to try to hide that I was yawning. Turning the brass handle on the door on my right, I entered the guest bedroom which was decorated in cream wallpaper and cream furniture. The room was filled with darkness and I couldn't see anything apart from the faint remarks of the furniture.

I walked over to the bed that stood silently at the back of the room. I lifted the purple silk sheets and settled into it. I closed my eyes. Hoping that I could just sleep off all the thoughts that went through me within the day.

I Gasped as I felt a sudden hand quickly grab my neck that pushed my head into the silk pillow more. I started to choke and wonder, was it the Mr J? Did he find me?

I reached out to the side of the bed to tap the lamp on the bedside table. It was a touch lamp, so all I had to do was tap it slightly and a light would appear from the bulb.

The light lit up my face, making me glow in the low light. My (eye colour) eyes were opened wide to see who's hand was wrapped on my neck.

"(Your name)?", A low masculine voice questioned. He swiftly removed his large strong hand from around my neck. I sat up.

"Bruce?", I asked whilst caughing and my femanine​ hand caressing it. I stared in his dark blue caring eyes.

"Oh my God, (your name) I'm so sorry, are you alright?", he said with kindness showing in his voice.

"It's okay, it's my fault, I picked the wrong room I guess", I laughed but still gagging. He laughed to slightly but still worried for me. He cupped my cheek in one of his strong hands and looked at my neck to see if he left marks. "See, no marks Bruce", I put my hand over his "It's good to see you again", I smiled at him and he returned the smile.

I got out of the silk bedsheets and opened the door.

"It's nice to see you again too (your name)", Bruce said with an honest look. I walked out of the door, quietly shutting it behind me and I entered the other guest room next door to his.

Too tired to even look at the room, I jumped into the sheets of the empty bed and instantly fell asleep.

*Time skip- 9:12am*

I walked down the sandstone stairs, my eyes still sleepy and I constantly yawned. I walked into the dinning room for my breakfast.

The oak table was able to seat ten at least. At the bottom end of the long table sat my mother, slowly and elegantly eating her fruit cocktail. On the other end of the table, close to the door, sat Bruce silently reading the Gotham local newspaper and a black coffee by his side.

"(Your name), I'm glad to see you're awake, finally", my mother said with a disgusted look on her face. She sipped her herbal tea in a posh teacup.

"Well ma'ma, that's what happens when I go to sleep late", I said with a sassy tone. I sat in-between the both of them by the side in the middle of the table.

Nicolas walked in with his hands clasped together behind his back. "Breakfast, miss (last name)?", He asked with a warm welcoming smile.

I smiled back at him,"I'll pass on breakfast, but a (coffee/tea type) please". My mother shook her head from side to side. I chose to ignore it for our guest's, Bruce's sanity.

"So... Bruce, how long will you be hear for?", I asked nicely while Nicolas placed my drink on the coster infront of me.

Bruce opened his mouth, about to speak but was rudely interrupted by my mother. "A week", she said.

I looked under my chin at the table because I didn't want to look at her. "Ma'ma, Bruce can speak for himself", I said. Bruce giggled under his breath that only I could hear. He placed the newspaper next to him on the table.

She looked up at me and looked at me like I just kissed a rapist. "Oh sweety, did you sleep on those clothes?, You really have become like one of those peasents", She said shaking her head.

I rose from my seat and walked out of the room in annoyence."Nicolas? Send my daughter's old clothes to the room she's staying in".

Bruce stood up from his seat too and followed me out after a ten seconds.