Time - jjk

8 - be my friend

The air was thick and the room was dark with some small blue lights on the ceiling. The music was loud and people were dancing, enjoying themselves.

"Last round! Hit me one more tim-" Jackson was interrupted by his own whine. He hit the table, making his small pile if poker chips fall onto the table. "Aw, come on man! You gotta go upstairs and tell your boss to floop me another 10k, okay?"

Just right after Jackson had ended his sentence, a man hag snug his arm around the police man's neck, tightening his grip. "Boss wants to see you." He said before dragging Jackson away towards a door.

The man opened the door, throwing Jackson onto a chair. The chair was surroundes by eight men. six of them were wearing black suits and almost each one if them had a different hair color. The other two were familiar to Jackson. One was the club owner and the other was the bartender. "Come on, why am I here? Alright I'm down, I get it. I've had a few rounds of bad decks, it's not my fault, alright?"

"Dude this is real. I've had to stop these guys from burning down your house with your kids in it. But you're lucky." The club's boss had put on his sunglasses he had took off a few seconds after Jackson had been dragged inside. Not much longer, two other men walked inside the room. Both were wearing black suits. The black haired opened a suitcase, grabbing a bag of money as he handed it to the club's boss.

Jackson was about to break out into terror sweat, something he really hated.

Before he was even able to say more, he felt a strong grip on his shoulder. "Bla bla bla bla bla bla bla. All of that chit chat is gonna get you hurt." The person behind Jackson had said as he slapped the side of Jackson's shoulders, squeezing them until the police man felt the need to whine out in pain. The man finally walked around the chair slowly, exposing himself to Jackson.

As soon as he had seen the man behind him stand before him now, his breath hitched. His throat had tightened, making it hard for Jackson to breathe. He had always wanted to be a police man ever since he was little. He had wanted to see crime scenes, punish criminals, save people and protect children. Somehow he ended up working as a police guard in Belle Reve, taking care of noisy prisoners. He had never even thought that he would once meet the Joker himself, yet here he was, sitting in a room with ten deadly men staring at him. eight of those ten were probably Joker's minions. He was practically a dead police man.

Jackson's head snapped up when he saw Joker in the face. He was younger and more handsome than Jackson expected. Calling this insane clown, a handsome young man was probably a sin but the pure truth. The Joker was a very good looking young man with a perfect body. It was a shame that he was a lunatic criminal, otherwise he would be the crush of every girl on campus. His age is that one of a college student.

The Joker had streched his arm out, shoving the back of his hand towards Jackson's face. The criminal was staring into the police man's eyes as if he could kill him by just looking at him.

Jackson wasn't sure what the clown wanted but he kissed the back of the male's hand while looking at his face. He had a stern and serious look, which immediately turned into a playful and insane smile. "I can tell you meant that~" He said, crouching down in front of the police man. The younger one laughed lightly yet wickedly, caressing the older one's cheeks before turning serious again, slapping the opponent lightly over and over again while whispering: "You're gonna be my friend."