Heath Ledgers Joker X Reader / Clown Princess

Twelve...

The men had started playing poker, whilst the joker was carrying your blankets up to his room for you. You watched him walk back and forth.

"Ya-wanna play sweet-eart" one of the men asked, holding out a set of cards towards you.
"No thanks", you replied, shaking your head.
He sat back and pulled out a cigarette and offered them around. They all took one and lit up. As the joker finished taking your stuff upstairs, he came back down and sat on the couch.
"Ay, no smoking", he growled at the men, as he glanced at your face.The smell of smoke made you feel uncomfortable, and he could obviously see it in your face.
It reminded you of your parents.

You gave him a weak smile and then went into the kitchen to get a drink. You felt dizzy for some reason. You sat on a stool and leaned over the bar, head in your hands.

You feel a hand on your back.
"Hard day, ay?" The joker laughed from behind you. It made you smile.
"I don't feel too good if I'm honest", you reply in a hushed tone.
"Wanna lie down?" He asks you, lowering his voice too.
You nod slowly and stand up.

As you walk up the stairs, your vision is blurry and you struggle to walk straight. You didn't want him to think you were being over dramatic so you tried your best at walking normally.

You dragged against the wall. Your knees buckle and you end up in the pile on the floor. You hear the joker laughing. He picks you up, your whole body is unable to move properly.
"Come on Y/n, you're okay." He laughs.
"What's wrong with me?" You asked, weakly
"Drowsiness is a side effect of..."
you were unconscious before you could hear the end of his sentence.

You woke up with a huge headache. You were in the jokers bed, under the duvet. There was a pill on his bedside table and a glass of water. There was a scrap of paper that said:

Y/n
Take this (don't worry it's paracetamol)
I'm sorry,
J.

What's he sorry about? You thought to yourself as you swallowed the powdery pill. You still felt weak. You fell back asleep. You were in and out of dreams for about 2 hours. They were all relatively the same. The joker was in them all, usually looking after you, but sometimes he was attacking you.

You feel a hand on your forehead, you open your eyes sharply. You meet eyes with the joker, who was testing your temperature.
"What happened to me?" You asked him straight away.
"I kind of, erm, put Rohypnol in your drink. It's just I needed you out cold for a bit."
" Rohypnol? Are you kidding? A date rape drug?" You asked, the anger obvious in your voice, "You could've just asked me to leave."
"Well it's all over now" he laughs.

Still angry, you sit up. He stands next to his bed, staring at you.

"I have a huge headache", you add, holding your head in your hands.
"Yeah its a side effect" he giggled, looking at the floor.
"Why did I have to be unconscious? What happened?" You ask, sighing.
"One of the men downstairs were not who they claimed to me. And let's just say, they all paid for his dishonesty. And I know ya don't like brutality and I needed time to clean up". He laughs.
"You... killed them?" You whisper.
"Not straight away. Torture mostly." He chuckles, like it was some kind of hilarious joke.

You clench your eyes shut to stop the tears from flowing.
"Are they... their bodies still downstairs?" You grimace. You felt sick to your stomach.
"No I had a friend help me take them out." He giggles. "He's downstairs still".

You just sit there, in his bed. Tears begin to run down your face. He sits down next to you and puts his arms round you.
"I had to-"
"NO YOU DIDNT. You didn't have to drug me!" You snapped at him. You began crying more.
He stands up and sighs.
"I don't know why you had to be such a dick about it", you cry.

Suddenly he lunges at you, picking you up by the collar and shoving you against the wall. His face was inches from yours. He looks into your eyes.
"What did you just call me?" He growls like a wolf.
"A... dick?" You reply shakily, scared for your life.
His body was pressed up against yours. You felt his warmth radiating through his clothes.
He pulls you from the wall and pushes you back really hard. You let out a grunt of pain.
"And you think that's an acceptable way to talk to me?" He moves close to your ears, his lips touching them ever so slightly. He moves back so his face is in front of yours.
He moves his hand so that it's on your throat. You feel it harder to breathe. He strokes his fingers over the soft skin on your neck. His breathing gets heavier and so does yours.
He looks down at your lips and back up to your eyes.
"Answer me", he growls.
"No" you whisper quickly.
"No?" He grunts.
He then moves extremely close to your face, so your lips are only inches part. He moves slowly towards your lips, but just as they are a millimetre apart, he pulls away and walks backwards, facing away from you.

You feel the frustration building up in you. You walk up to him and shove him in the back really hard. He got shoved a step forward, but you hear him grunt and he turns around slowly. He makes eye contact with you. You suddenly realise your mistake, and you didn't want him to hurt you, but you were angry at him. You were angry because he frustrated you so much, there was so much tension. Why couldn't he have just kissed you. Out of nowhere, you feel yourself, shoving him again. You'd never felt anger like this before.

He's facing you this time, he just looks at you, confused. He didn't understand how you weren't scared of him.
"DO I DISGUST YOU THAT MUCH?" You scream at him.
Your hands slightly touch the small scar on your cheek.
He's notices and scares at it, then back into your eyes, for once, you're dominating him somehow. You walk towards him, pushing him backwards again. His back hits a wall. You step towards him and grab his face.

He then picks you up and flings you around, so that your backs against the wall. Then just like lightning, his lips are upon yours. You almost sink with the feeling. His lips were so soft. It was only a few seconds long, but those seconds felt like eternity. There was electric. Could he feel it too? His hands were either side of your face, his thumbs stroking your tear soaked cheeks. It calmed you down immediately. When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes, again.

" disgust me? You complete me",