Heath Ledgers Joker X Reader / Clown Princess

Fifteen...

You wake up in the jokers bed, on your own. You sit up, rubbing your head, trying to remember what had happened. Then it suddenly came to you. The gunshot. Bruce falling to the ground. You began to panic. You jump up from the bed a rush downstairs. You realise that you're wearing one of the jokers long shirts, and nothing else except under garments.

You rush into the living room, to see the joker asleep on the couch. You stride over and shake his shoulder roughly.
"Huh- what?" He stirs.
"My brother... Bruce.... what happened to him?" You question him, hurriedly.
He sits up slowly.
"He's okay, he was shot in the calf".
You sigh in relief.
"I ordered my men not to kill him. He had to be shot though, he punched me-" he begins.
Before he finished his sentence, you threw yourself towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him.
"Thank you", you cried into his shoulder.

You felt him sigh softly.
"Thanking me for putting your brother in hospital?" He whispers to you.
"Thank you for considering my feelings." You answer.

You pull away, but he keeps you close and says,
"Come here".
You pulls you next to him on the couch, and moves over so you had space to lie down. You did so. You also grabbed a blanket than was on the floor and laid it over the both of you.
"I don't want it on me", he complained, trying to get out from under it.
"Well, you are going to be anyway", you grinned.
"Why?" He giggled.
"Because I want you to be... and it's cozy." You replied, laughing slightly.
He sighed and put an arm around you, pulling you onto his chest. You wrapped your arms around his torso and held him tight. You felt his heartbeat against your cheek and it made you smile. It was slow and relaxed.
He put a hand on your head, running it through your hair. You chuckled quietly.
"What?" He asked, in a sharp voice.
"You", you say, lifting your head to look him in the eye.
He stares back into you. His hand moves from your hair to your lips, tracing over them softly. You pucker your lips goofily. He smiles. He then softly stokes your cheek, guiding your face to his own. Just as your lips and his were an inch apart, a man burst through the living room door.

"Sir, Wayne has awoken". He says, standing in a military way.
The joker sighed and quickly pushed you out the way to stand up.
"Is he here?" You question.
"No he's at the hospital. I have a few men there". He hurriedly replies, while walking out the room. You catch up with him and say.
"I'm going to visit him".
"No you're not", he shuts you down immediately.
"He's my brother and he's in hospital... of course I'm going to visit him."
"It's too dangerous". He replies.
"How?" You ask.
"Corrupt people taking you as a hostage-"
"He's my brother",
"I'm not talking about him..."

You sigh, realising that you're not going to win this argument.
"At least let me call him", you order.
"Fine", he barks.
He hands you his phone and dials a number for the department that Bruce was being held in.
"Hello? Yes. Bruce Wayne. Room 187. Yes. Okay." He the. Passes the mobile over to you.

You hear the music that plays when on hold. A few seconds later you hear a "hello".
"Bruce?!" You exclaim.
"Y/n!! Are you okay?" He asks you.
"I'm fine, you're the one in hospital". You laugh.
"I'm okay. Just that absolute freak shooting me... luckily his clowns have a bad shot." He spits.
"He ordered them not to kill you-"
"That's what he told you... doesn't mean it's the truth" Bruce replies.

The joker had walked into the kitchen and was currently eating your candy floss. You glared at him but he didn't notice your stare.
"He's not as bad as you think he is-" you begin.
"He's a murderer y/n. He kills innocent people. He's corrupt and a cancer to Gotham. He doesn't deserve justice and should be locked away, if not killed." Bruce growls.
"He treats me well... well mostly". You answer.
"Y/n please come back home". Bruce begs.
"But we don't get on when I'm there. This is the most I've spoken to you since mom and dad died". You whisper, your voice trailing off at the end.
"I'll try harder y/n, I will. I just need to know one thing.. do you love him?" Bruce whispers.
"I-erm- love it a strong word-" you stutter.
"Please tell me you don't.
"I-"

The joker then walks towards you, holding his hand out, gesturing for you to give him his phone back.
"Look Bruce I have to go-"
The joker rips his phone from your hands and puts it to his ear.
"Bye Brucie", he giggles before hanging it up.

He sighs and then pockets the phone. You just glare at him.
"What?" He asks.
"Bit rude, don't you think?" You glare.
"Well darlin, I'm not really the one to be lecturing about social norms". He laughs, before turning away. He grabs another stick of candy floss and begins to eat it. You walk over to him and grab it out of his hand. He stares at you with his mouth wide open.

You put the whole thing in your mouth, gagging slightly. He stares at you, wide eyed. You began to laugh. You turned before walking back into the living room. He followed you closely.

"Do you mind? I have things to do", you wind him up. You were in a playful mood.
"You have things to do?" He laughs.
"I'm a busy woman..." you begin to laugh too. You grab the tv control and begin flicking through the channels, aimlessly. He stands there, staring at you.
"Can you go and do something else?" You giggled, teasingly.
He walks over to you and pushed you roughly across the couch. You sat back up and punched his arm lightly. He pushes you over so that you're on your back and he's above you, chest to chest. He pins you down by holding your wrists down with his hands. He was so much taller and bigger than you, he could dominate you effortlessly.
"Leave me alone", you laughed loudly.
"Make me", he laughed.

You were both in fits off giggles when he suddenly stops, and puts his lips onto yours, softly. He kisses you so nicely, so soft. You put your hands on his neck, pulling him closer. His hands loosen on your wrists. He then pulls away and stands up, brushing himself off. He walks out, leaving you there

That's the second time you've kissed and he's acted live nothing happened. Should you confront him? Does he not like you like that? You think to yourself.
Is there something wrong with you?

You lie there. Your whole body feels tingly. You smile. What did you feel for this man?