Heath Ledgers Joker X Reader / Clown Princess

Twenty-Two...

"Right y/n. It's time for some training", you hear a voice say from over you as you struggle to wake up.
"What time it?" You grumble, stretching.
"Time for ya to learn some self defence darlin", the joker responds. You open your eyes and see him grinning over you.
You shake your head and smile.

When you were dressed and ready to learn 'defence', he drags you downstairs. He walks towards the door that's always shut and lock. You'd always wondered what he was hiding in there, and now you'd find out. He opened it and opened the door.

Inside, was a HUGE room with metal walls and a soft flooring. There were guns lining the walls, and ammo and all kind of knives and other weapons. You shared into the room, suddenly realising that there was a man stood in the middle of the room. He was wearing a black hat and tatty clothing. He had a worn brown jacket on that had holes in it and looked dirty. He looked about 50 and had messy grey hair.

He stared at you and you stared back. That's when you realised that his hands were tied to a rope that was attached to the ceiling. He was nearly being suspended off the floor, but not quite.

"This... is Joe Chill", the joker says, walking into the room calmly. You followed him.
"And why is he here?" You ask. He stares at you, like he was preparing you for a huge shock.
"D'ya wanna tell her... joe?" He snarls at him.
Joe struggles against the rope and kick out towards joker.
"Fuck you", he spits at the joker. You stare at him, shocked. What could he have done?

"This, darlin is going to be your first self defence lesson... you have to make them talk." He growls, still looking at Joe.
"I don't think that's self def-" you begin. He wasn't listening, but instead was walking towards the wall. He grabs a taser and turns it on. He laughs and points it at joe, who stares at it in horror.
"Here are you y/n... now make him talk", he says, handing you the weapon. You took at with both hands, freaking out.
"I don't want to-"
"Just do it y/n... you need to learn." He snaps.
You hold out the taser slightly towards joe.
"Talk." You say at him.
"Be more aggressive", the joker orders you.

"Please talk", you say again, begging him to answer through your eyes. You didn't wang to have to hurt him, as much as the joker wanted you too.
"Fuck you bitch, you won't do it", he laughs aggressively, struggling again.
That angered you. You stepped towards him and held the taser about an inch away from his face.
"Talk", you growl at him.
"About what?" He answers, a streak of panic in his voice.
"Why are you here?" You ask angrily.
"Because your boyfriend here kidnapped me because he's insane... that's why I'm here", he answers quickly.
"Why did he take you?" You carry on.
"Because he's a psychopath-", he quickly panics.
"Tell her what you did." The joker demands from behind you.

"I didn't do it... I didn't do it", he begs, struggling again. A tear drops from his eye.
"Threaten him y/n. Make him scared." The joker tells you. You press the taser button and electric jolts out the end of it. It narrowly missed his exposed face.
"Okay! Okay! I'll tell you. Just get that away from me", he shouts, trying to move himself away but failing.

"I murdered Thomas and Martha Wayne." He says quietly, looking at the ground. 

WHAT

you feel the jokers hand rest on your shoulder lightly to support you but you were just too angry. Your vision went red and you dropped the taser. Before you knew it, your fists were flying into joes face.
"Get her off me", he screamed to the joker. You punched him again and again in the face. His mouth and nose was bleeding but you couldn't stop. Your fists screamed with pain, but you felt nothing inside except extreme fury.

You hit him so hard in the jaw that he passed out, slumping against the rope holding him up. You fell to the floor, breathing heavily and crying. What had you done? You felt arms wrapped around your waist any picking you up off the cold floor. You didn't move, and let him drag you to your feet.
" I'm sorry", you whispered over and over again.
"Y/n, snap out of it." You hear the joker say.
"What did I do..." you ask metaphorically.
"You beat a murderer to a pulp." The joker laughed.
You looked at him, shame filling you.

"-Just like your brother" the joker adds on.
You think about it. Bruce beats up criminals when he's batman, so why can't you hurt a murderer. Plus, he shot and killed your beloved parents. You hated him, but we're embarrassed that you'd lost your composure.
"Well, That was lesson one. You did well sweetheart." He chuckled softly. He sat down on the coach and sat you next to him. Your head slumped onto his shoulder.
"Will he be okay?" You ask.
"I hope so. I've got a lot I want to do to him." He giggles. You look up at him.
"Such as?"
"Well, you know... I want him to pay for what he did to you..."

You smile at him being sweet. Then you realised what he meant. Torture. Were you turning crazy? How did you lose your temper that fast, that had never happened before. You grimaced at the vivid memory of that mans face being punched in. Your fists bled and the joker bandaged them, laughing as he did so. He loved the situation. He loved the idea of you turning into a psychopath, just like him...