Crazier Than Him (joker x reader)

Going to Gotham

(S/N): stage name
Your POV

After mums funeral I had ended up on the train to Gotham. That's were dad lived, mum lived a city or two away. I never payed attention to were we lived, anyways. I had missed Gotham, Bruce Wayne was by far everyone's secret crush, but not mine. I found him to be a snotty rich brat. I know, I know, I'm just being rude, but I never met the kid. Nobody ever met the kid. After his parents died he kept locked away in his huge god damned house.

I had never had a crush on him, I only wished he could take me away from my parents, I always imagined him to be my rescuer. I imagined him wanting to play with me, his house was huge, and I was sure we could've played so many games, and become best friends! But instead of anything like that, he never went to school, and he never left his house, and he never even met me. That's why I grew to think bad of him. If I had his parents then I would be normal.

I had some pretty bad memories in Gotham, and returning to the house that they all originated from gave me severe anxiety. When I arrived at the house I knocked on the door, because the doorbell was busted up and broken, and I waited. Nobody answered, so I sat by the door, and I waited. I had actually almost fallen asleep when the door opened, I looked over to see my dad letting a woman out of his home.

I walked over and asked dad if I could come inside, and the woman glared at me as if I was the devil itself, "who is she?" The woman sneered at my father. "It's not what it looks like-" she cut him off "I know a cheater when I see one, bitch! Since when were you two a thing! You know what, I don't want to know! Goodbye, I'm leaving you." She walked away like he was nothing.

"(Y/N)! You fucking whore! She just fucking left me cuz of you! You think I'd take care of you after that? No!" I started worrying, what if he kicks me out? "Actually, you know what, go to your room! You aren't coming out of that room until I say so, you got it?" I nodded, feeling terrible. I doubt he would feed me until I got out. "And once you get out, your getting a job."

     I had sat in my room for three whole days without any food or water, and I started to giggle at my thoughts. I had started to think he would never let me out, so I stared at the window. I slept in the attic and there was two windows. One was in the front of the house, the other was in the back. I was leaving.

     I looked through the closet and I found an outfit. It was made of a face mask with a grin painted on, knee high black combat boots, dark green pants, a matching dark green crop top, a black leather jacket, a black cloak that went down to my elbows, the hood of the cloak had two ears, so I put on a dark red belt with a black wolfs tail on it. I looked like the big bad wolf. "Big bad... I like it!" I had started talking to myself after the three days I was alone in my room had passed.

I put on my outfit, grabbed a pocket knife I found in my closet and I left through the window. I walked out onto the roof, I jumped down, and I began lurking in the shadows. I had walked alley, to alley, when finally I found a group of teens. The oldest was maybe 14, the rest were either 12 or 13, I walked over, knife in hand, and I stabbed the group of kids until all of them were dead. I then raided their pockets and I got $50. Wow, that was a lot of money, I wonder what I could buy...

I went to the mall, and I wandered store through store, until I found a voice changer, it was a mouthpiece you put over your mouth, and it would change your voice. It made my voice dark, and creepy. It didn't make my voice raspy at all, if anything it sounded mechanical, or musical even. "I'll take this" I said as I pocketed it and proceeded to but a collar filled with sharp metal spikes. I bought the collar so I didn't draw attention to myself, and when I got back to dads house, he still hadn't even let me out yet.

I realized how hungry I was right after I took my outfit off, and suddenly my father bathed into my room and had me follow him downstairs. "Your hungry, right?" He questioned me and I nodded. "Well, I'll make a deal with you. You can become a stripper, and in return I'll feed you. Deal?" This was not a fair trade, but I was so hungry. "Deal!" I shook his hand quickly and he gave me a kids' hamburger meal. It had a crappy burger, some fries, and a small bag of apple slices. I ate quickly and once I was done, he took me to a strip club.

It was just down the road, but it was huge. "This is where you'll be working for now." He started telling me about the job. "You were in gymnastics, so I'll expect you to be good at this." He said quickly then walked away. The man I assumed to be the boss walked over to me and led me to a changing room. There were so many slutty outfits, and he told me to pick one. I spun around in a circle looking at then all when my eyes landed on a certain outfit. It was beautiful, so I quickly changed and did my makeup. I looked like a clown, but I was proud of myself.

I needed a stage name, so I went wit (S/N). I walked onto the stage and started dancing gracefully while all the men stared and winked. I danced for what seemed to be hours, and when me and my father were finally home it was 4:37a.m. That was the most fun I've ever had with my father, but as soon as I got home, he was clearly drunk. "Shit!" I screamed.