Maybe we're the crazy ones? (Joker x Reader)

Just a freak

What if we're the crazy ones?
We see the world as we do,we go about our lives as they are. Not sparing a thought for those who do not see it as we do. Their eyes see the things we are ignorant towards,their minds constantly burdened with unexplainable things.

What is a normal mind like? Does it not get boring when the day to day life turns into a spiral of events that never break chain? Does your subconscious mind ever tell you it's true intentions or is it just asleep? Unable to allow you to process the things we blindly ignore as we do not know how to deal with them.
We are the ones who are actually insane,we just don't know it yet.

Gotham city,the home to everything you wished not to be yet with every passing day. You felt it's claws drag you down into the depths of darkness,your mind feeling completely unfocused at all times.
Every day was the same,and every word you spoke seem to repeat itself.
Today was no different.

You worked in a lonely office,doing the most to make a living,your head constantly focused on the paperwork you've been doing for a year since you've began working for this company,to be exact Thomas Waynes company.

You've worked from eight to five,not counting the lunch break you never took.

Sat at your desk,you had finished for today,waiting for the clock to hit five so you could get up and finally go home.
You worked an hour longer than everyone else so you were the only one in the building which made you skittish when your mind focused on it for too long.
Wearing a classic pencil skirt and a blouse,all black in color,some heels to make your legs seem slimmer and longer.
While your feet were on the verge of bleeding,you never liked wearing heels but the shoes you had at home simply did not go along with the clothing you've had picked out for work.

4:50 pm

You silently picked your things up and placed them into your black tote bag,eyes just slightly stinging as you've had to wake up at 6 am if you wanted to get to work on time.
Hair done up in a simple ponytail,(h/c) locks flowing down your back as you quickly turned to computer off and signed heavily.

"No one will know if I got out ten minutes earlier,will they?"

You usually never got out earlier as you've had too much work to even look at the time but today was different. As you glanced at your reflection in the black monitor,you smiled. Yet it was not genuine,it never was.

As you made your way to the train station,feeling every step in the bones of your feet. Yet you ignored it and continued walking the polluted and dirtied street,filled with beggars and suspicious people.

Nearing the station,there was less and less people in the area. Feeling the wind prick your exposed skin as the coat you had on merely came to your knees.

Empty as always,you were the only one waiting at the stop,the sound of the coming train making you anxious just to get in. The thought of a hot bath after a long day of sitting in a dreary feeling office with dull people all around you. It was just as pleasant as actually submerging yourself into the hot liquid.
The metro was the worst part of your day. You utterly hated every single minute of waiting.

As the train stopped,you approached a the nearest door,waiting for it to slide open.
The loose strands of your hair flying with the wind,no more than a second later,people came rushing out,standing at the side patiently waiting but then...you noticed that the amount of people that were wearing plastic clown masks was overwhelming.
Whilst you had a deep phobia of that painted face ever since you had been a child. As much as you could remember it was a day at the carnival with your parents,the laughter of kids and "wows" came from all around. It was fun until...well  until a clown with two big balloons approached,smiling from ear to ear.
You did not know what set you off but something about him felt off. You felt it in your bones.