Daddys Favorite Toy (JOKERXREADER-ish)

~1~ A meeting to never forget ~1~

 I stared out the window, wondering.  Why he saved me. And why I was even thinking about it. Why, on this crestfallen earth, did the King of Gotham city, Joker himself, KISS me? And oh lord, was Harley going to kill me?

"Naaaatalie" I heard a voice say. A deep, sexy, yet beautiful voice. I felt arms wrap around my waist, very tightly. Suffocating me, almost. And then darkness.

I woke up, with the King himself standing the the corner of the room, and i looked around a bit more. Harley. "Hello." she said, noticing me. "Harleen..." J turned around, his silver smile wide. "Natalie! Finally. I was starting to get worried you werent going to wake up!" Harley shot me a dirty look, and stood near the table I was on. Strapped to. I chose not to struggle, instead to glare at J. "Don't look at Puddin' like that" Harleys hand advanced for a good slap to my cheek, but J grabbed her arm, digging his nails into her flesh until blood started to trickle. "Don't. Touch. Her." He said, through his teeth. I could see the hurt look on her face, the same one i had...

~FlashBack~

16 years old, i was the "Teenage Daydream" With Harley by my side, for a year we had dated until the day, i went to surprise her with a visit. I quietly opened the door, and...

Trevor. My brother. Kissing her. Her Kissing him.

I threw the small gift box at her, and ran outside.

Trevor later died in a car accident. I still remember seeing "HAHAHAHA" spray painted on his car, with a note that said "He hurt her"

End of FlashBack

I felt the tears stream down my face, but not before J saw them. He lightly kissed the tears away, and only then did I notice he was shirtless, besides the white button up, which was unbuttoned. I loved his tattoos. I dont know why, but i wanted to touch them, trace my fingers over the lines. J unstrapped me and picked me up, bridal-style

He carried me to a room, which was perfect in every way. The walls had my name on them, but i didnt mind. There was a purple and green bed, a fluffy purple rug, a desk, a dresser, a closet and.... 

A picture. Of him. His tattoos. I guess i stared for to long, because J came up behind me and whispered in my ear "Do you like the picture?" I trembled,and tried to hide the small moan when he trailed his hands down my sides. "Turn around" he said, and i did. He was standing there, no shirt, slicked back hair, blue eyes, all just 2 inches away from me. "Go ahead." he whispered seductively.

I woke up, in the room, but there was no picture. No J. Just the room. Must have been a dream.