The New Dancer

The Feelings of Mr J

•The New Dancer•
•The feelings of Mr J•
•Part Eleven•

JOKERS POV

I opened my eyes slowly, my head feeling dizzy and I felt dehydrated. I looked around me not recognising my surroundings, this isn't my room?

I stretched slightly when I felt something move next to me, I snapped my head round to see (Y/N) sleeping soundly, completely naked next to me. All of a sudden last night came screaming back to me.

I smiled wide thinking about what happened. The way her skin felt, her lips, her beautiful voice. God I wanted her.
I Look at all the marks I left on her delicate skin, god she was so fucking sexy
I loved marking her as mine, bruising her pale skin.
She makes me feel-
Wait. No. Stop it.

I am the Joker. King of Gotham city. I do not get attached to people, let alone have 'feelings' towards them.

So why couldn't I get her out of my head?! She occupied my every thought. It wasn't supposed to be like this! She was just some fun, it was never meant to get this far.

Kill her. Kiiillll heeeer. Quickly! While she's sleeping! Smash her face into the ground! Slit her throat! Put a bullet in her brain!
HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa

I growled at the voices in my head. I should kill her, but can I really do it? Never have I hesitated to kill before. Never. So why am I struggling now?

I sat up running my fingers through my disheveled hair and felt a slight sting to my back. I stood and walked over to the mirror looking at my back in the reflection.

There were two sets of nail marks dragging down my back. The lines were bright red and had dried blood on them, she made me bleed.

God that's hot. She's so sexy, she's all mine. I just want to-

NO! Kill her! Do it! Now!

I growled again, what's this I'm feeling? I can't be developing feelings for this girl. I won't allow it. Angry with myself for allowing this to happen I storm up the stairs to my office leaving (y/n) alone, sleeping naked on the tiger skin rug in front of the now extinguished fire.

(Y/N) POV

You awoke slightly chilly and confused. You were alone in J's living room still naked. Where was J? Did he really leave you here alone? Did last night mean anything to him?

You stood up finding your clothes but first turned to the mirror looking at your reflection. You had bites, and bruises on your neck from his lips and teeth, and slight bruises on your wrists from when he held you. You loved the marks, it's like he was marking you as his.

Up until you awoke this morning you thought he wanted you too. You internally hit yourself for being so stupid, like the Joker would want you. He is incapable of emotion. If you knew that then why did it hurt so much?

You put on your dress grabbed your shoes and headed for the stairs when something caught your eye. The vase of roses on the table. You walked back over to the table and noticed a note inside them that you hadn't seen the night before.

"Good job tonight doll, you did me proud"
                                   ~Mr J

You felt warm inside. He was proud of you! You picked up the vase and headed up to your room. You placed them on the windowsill and went to shower.

After you showered you went in search for clothes. You opened the wardrobe to see it full of clothes. You looked through them all, they were all so expensive and beautiful.