Why? (The Joker)

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A/N: This is one of those stories that I started writing a veryyyy long time ago but I just never published. I was gonna scrap this story but I figured since I spent so much time on it, I'd just publish it.

But be warned, the story is pretty lame so yeah... You've been warned
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The situation I had found myself in was quite dire. I was tied up in the back of my now ex boyfriend's car, headed to an unknown location.

"Evan please don't do this." I pleaded.

"No, I'm sick of this and I'm sick of you." He snapped at me from the driver's seat.

"But all we have to do is break up, we- we can avoid thi-"

"No! If we break up you'll find someone else and I can't have that either." His tone, lower and more sinister than before.

"Where are we going?" I asked in defeat.

"We're gonna go meet someone, someone who will get this problem all sorted out."

Minutes passed and we arrived at an old looking building towards the outer end of the city. Evan pulled me out from the back seat and pushed me towards the two front doors of the building.

When we walked in we were immediately greeted by men ready to shoot.

"Hold your fire, hold your fire." Evan raised his hands up.

"Evan? What the hell are you doing here?" One of the men asked.

"I'm here to drop off a little present for the Joker. Tell 'em to do me a favor and take her out in the most gruesome way possible."

'Joker? Not that guy that's been all over the news.' I thought.

Evan shoved me, causing me to stumble forward and fall to the ground. With that, he was gone.

The men then surround me and looked at each other then shrugged.

"Well who's taking her to the boss?" One of them asked.

"I guess I'll do it." Another responded.

He lifted me up and then had me follow him at gun point to a room on the second floor.

He knocks on the door and gets a "come in" in response.

"Hey boss uh, Evan sorta dumped this off for you." The man awkwardly informed.

"What is it?"

The man who escorted me gently pushed me forward and then I saw him. His pale face, green hair, bright red lips... And that smile. Just as terrifying as imagined.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" The Joker asked.

"Uh I don't know boss. Evan just asked for you to get rid of her in the most harsh way possible." The man informed him.

"Evan requested this? He doesn't even work for me anymore and he thinks I owe him a favor? If anything, he owes me one!"

"Well what now then boss?" The goon asked nervously.

"Throw her in the cellar, I don't know." Joker shrugged then did a shooing maneuver with his hand.

Next thing I knew I was being thrown in a dirty cellar nearly freezing.

~Two days later~

"Alright now put that down in the cellar." Joker instructed.

"But boss, the girl is down in the cellar." Eddie, a goon, informed him.