Scarred

Chapter Three

~~Jokers POV~~
"Sweet dreams baby girl" I say to the mysterious girl who was in my arms. I look over to see Bruce himself unconscious I pick up the girl and take her to my car and start towards my mansion.
At the mansion..
~~Scars POV~~
I wake up in a huge bed and my head pounding. Then I see a slick of light on the other side of the room to be approached by the Joker. He hands me a glass of water and a pill I take it but then get distracted because he has no shirt on. I stare at his pale skin along with his tattoos and god damn was he fine. I'm pretty sure he noticed because when I looked up he had a grin on his face and his words were "like what you see?" "Sure but I've seen better ALOT better" I say with a ton of confidence to be honest I had never seen such a beautiful piece of art work since I was lonely as fuck,but he didn't need to know that. I then see anger start to grow on his face and next thing I know I'm laying on his bed with my arms pinned above my head. "You think your funny don't know" he asks and I simply say "yes as a matter of a fact I do" then start laughing uncontrollably. He gets up with a HUGE smile on his face and leaves while I'm still on the bed. But now I'm clutching my stomach and laughing my ass off.

After a few minutes I seem to retain my normal self I sit up and walk out the room to find stairs. I walk down the stairs but then realize I have no the fuck idea of where I'm going. A few rooms down I hear laughter and start walking towards it. As I open the door I'm greeted by a group of men going silent and the only thing I hear is the tv. I finally speak up and ask where the kitchen is because I'm hungry as fuck my fat ass. One finally speaks up and tells me the directions.Im in the kitchen making a sandwich but then feel arms wrap around my waist and hear his voice "who gave you permission to leave my room hmm?" "I did" I say then pick up my sandwich and sit on the counter top. He looks at me but I can't tell how he's feeling his eyes are emotionless. He then starts to lean in close so close that are noses brush against each other. We're about to kiss until we're interrupted by that screechy high ass voice "Puddin I'm home!". We push and as he starts towards the entrance I mumble under my breath "not this bitch". Wait why am I saying this I don't like him that would have been a moment where'd we finish off in his bedroom. But now I know that's from now on I'm going to have to listen to a pitched high voice from now on.YAY..