Heath Ledgers Joker X Reader / Clown Princess

Sixteen...

You decide to follow him out to the kitchen.
"I think you need to leave", he growls, not even turning around.
"Wait what?" You ask, shocked. He was so loving like not even 20 seconds ago.
"Go back to your brother." He answers.
"I- I... what did I do wrong?" You tremble.
"You're making me weak y/n. I can't be around you. I can either kill you or never see you again." He spits angrily. He swings around to look at you.
You stare him in the eyes.

"Then kill me", you whisper. His expression turns sad for a split second then back to anger.
"I don't want to kill you y/n. Please just leave." He looks sadly at the floor.
You begin to cry.
"Please... I won't kiss you again-"
"It doesn't matter. Look.... I really like you okay? Somebody could take you hostage and I would give everything to save you. Do you understand how dangerous that is for my business and my reputation?" He says.
"Nobody has to know-" you begin.
"Everyone knows already, they can see it" he laughs manically.

You didn't know what else to say.
"I'm not going back to Bruce, but I'll leave." You whisper.
You go upstairs and grab tour essentials such as your phone, charger and clothes. You pack it into a bag and walk towards the front door of the warehouse that you called home.
"I'll drive yo-"
"I'll call a cab", you cut him off.
He just stands in the hallway, watching you leave.
You walk out and slammed the door behind you. You were so angry at him. How could he do that to you?

You stayed at a hotel for a few nights, while you looking for an apartment. You found a huge one about 10 minutes away from Bruce's. You decided to buy it. You settled in quickly. You decorated it all white marble and fell in love with it.

You decided to go and visit Bruce and Alfred. You ring the doorbell to the building and security came and checked you. They smiled and let you in immediately after seeing who you were. As soon as you walked in the door, Alfred rushes up to you, pulling you into a hug.
"Hello Miss Wayne", he smiles, "welcome home".
That's when you hear a door open. You see Bruce walk through and run up to you, joining the hug. The three of you stand there for a few moments. All teary eyed, you all stepped back.
"I've missed you so much y/n", Bruce exclaims.
"As have I". Alfred adds.
"I've missed both of you also", you smile.

"Where's your little friend?" Bruce asks.
"The joker? He kicked me out." You sigh, looking at the floor.
"The bastard... I'm kind of glad though.... now you're not stuck in his grasp." Bruce tries to hide a smile.

About a month had passed and you were having a great time on your own, but there was always a feeling that you couldn't get rid of. A kind of... melancholy. The only way you could get rid of it was by drinking. Every night you'd get drunk all by yourself in your apartment. It was the only way you could breathe without missing him.

You decided to get a job at the court. It wasn't much but you were getting bored of being home. One day, you were cleaning the courtroom after a messy trail, and Harvey Dent walked into the room. He spots you immediately.
"Y/n, is that you?" He gasps, wide-eyed.
You smile at him weakly. You were embarrassed at the fact he had to see you working as a cleaner.
"Where's the- the joker?" He stutters.
"I wouldn't know, I haven't spoken to him in a while." You replied.
"How come?" He asks.
"He didn't want me around. He's not the man I thought he was". You grimace.
Harvey smiles.

"Where's Rachel?" You ask him.
"We- erm- we broke up". He answers, a sad expression upon his face.
"Oh-I'm sorry", you tense up, feeling awkward.
"Turns out she was never over Bruce", Harvey says.
You look at him sadly.
"Anyway, I better get back to work". He says, turning and walking away.

After work you get home. Something feels different. It feels wrong. Your window was open. You're pretty sure you left it shut. You hear a loud bang from inside your bedroom. You grab a knife and creep towards the closed door.

Suddenly it swings open and a green suited man had you by the neck. A large pole with a hook on the end was against your throat. You recognised the man almost immediately. The riddler.

"Hello gorgeous." He smiles. You glare at him.
He carries on,
"I heard about your little... let's say break up, with the joker. I was wondering if you'd like to work for me? I know you're a good little worker and you're looking for a job-"
"I've got a job", you growled.
" oh- forgive me for my mistake. A better job. You'll never get an offer like this again".
He moves closer to your face, his lips next to your ear.
"And I must say, I wouldn't have kicked you out for kissing me". He whispers.
You cringe and squeeze your eyes shut. You kicked out, kicking him in the private area. He grunts and is momentarily stunned. You move the knife that you were hiding behind your back towards him quickly, narrowly missing his face.

He grabs your arm, twisting it and snapping it. You scream in agony.
"Shit- I'm- I'm sorry." He rushes backwards, tripping over a coffee table. He gets up and runs out of your apartment, leaving you in the floor. You scream for help. You couldn't move. A neighbour runs into your room and calls and ambulance. After a few moments, you black out completely.

You wake up in a hospital bed. Commissioner Jim Gordon was sat on a stool next to you.
"Welcome back to consciousness Miss Wayne", he smiles warmly. He was holding a note pad.
"We have come to believe that this little incident was not an accident, but was caused by another person... am I right?" He asks.
"I- erm- yes", you stutter. Your head felt dizzy.
"Would I be right in saying that it was the so called joker that snapped your arm?" He asks.
"No. It wasn't him. He wouldn't do that-"
"He's killed hundreds, including woman and even children. He's robbed thousands of dollars off businesses and banks and has tortured people on live tv... I'm pretty sure breaking your arm is something he'd have the mental capacity to do." He says.
"It just wasn't him." You sigh.

"Well, do you know who it was?" Gordon asks.
"I don't remember". You remembered fully well, but didn't want to cause anymore trouble.
"Can I get a physical profile on the man... or woman." He asks.
"A man, about 6 foot high. Slim and wearing a hoodie. Probably just a average robber." You answer.
"Except nothing was stolen..." Gordon points out, suspiciously.
"That was know of", you correct him.

"What did this man say to you?" He asks, writing in his notepad.
"That he wanted my money." You answer, lieing completely.
Gordon looks you in the eye.
"Thanks Miss Wayne. GCPD will get back to you when new information is discovered.
You smile at him as he walks out your hospital room.

You didn't want to snitch on the riddler, even though you disliked him. You didn't want the jokers friend to be in prison, maybe putting the joker in danger. You missed him, but didn't want to admit it to yourself. You tried to despise him, but all you wanted to do was feel his lips on yours again, or even just see him once more...