Agent Of Chaos | Joker

chapter 4 | nightmare

Blood warning for the beginning of the chapter!

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'Joker began to laugh maniacally while holding his bloody switchblade in his hand. I struggled against the rope tightly tied against my wrist.
He forcefully slammed the blade back into me but this time into my stomach. Blood began to trickle out of my mouth. The pain was unbearable but it only seemed to bring pleasure to the Joker seeing me in this state of despair. I had stopped crying. All I could think about was not being able to say goodbye to my mom and my best friend.
The Joker had stopped torturing me but I had no doubt he would stop until my body leaned lifelessly on the wooden chair.
He headed towards the camera he had set up in the middle of the room.
"This is what happens when the Gotham citizens don't play by my rules... another innocent dies!" Gotham has NO HEROS!" Joker yelled angrily.
He turned back around and looked at me. As much as I hated to pick sides he was right. Batman couldn't save everyone's butt.
"Now... for the finally performance."
Joker held the blade against my lips and began to do his signature Glasgow smile.
This was gonna be my death. I was gonna die being tortured by the joker. There was gonna be a video of my last moments for millions to see. For my mom and friends to see. It was going to be a painful and humiliating death!'

Light kicks and shaking woke me up from my deep sleep. "Wakeeee upppp!!" The Joker said annoyed.
I opened my eyes and quickly sat up still a little disturbed by my nightmare. The Joker must have noticed the beads of sweat forming on my forehead. "Uh you ok?" He asked raising an eyebrow at me. I just nodded as a response.
I was taken back by his question... he wasn't the type of person to care about how you were feeling. I shook that idea off feeling uneasy.
He pointed down in front of me and I noticed a plate with breakfast in front of me. It had scrabbled eggs and toast with a glass of water on the side.
"Um thank you." I said shyly feeling heat raise to my cheeks. Ughh why was I blushing. The room is dark maybe he didn't notice. Joker gave me a weird face and then went back to being serious. He noticed.
"Eat. I have business to take care of but maybe I'll come back for you later and we could... go on a little adventure." He said excitedly before heading out leaving me alone again.

As I finished eating my breakfast, I let out a loud sigh. I guess this was my life now. I hated the idea of being stuck in a sad little room for the rest of my life. The Joker would eventually forget about me or get bored of me. Would he stop giving me food and just let me die of starvation? Or would he torture me to my death like he did in my nightmare?
The nightmare.
I hadn't get a nightmare like that since... the time I lived with my dad. He had always been abusive towards my mom and I. My mom didn't love him nor did he love her. But she seemed to be mentally stuck in the relationship. She would tell me that she only stayed with him because she hated the idea of me growing up without a father.
Before high school started, I convinced my mom that it would be best if we left him.
I remember quickly packing my belongings and putting them in the car with me mom. My mom drove for hours until we had finally arrived to the new city we would soon call home.
We came to Gotham as a way to escape my dad but now it seemed that I was trapped all over again.

As I sat in the dark room, I tried to comb my hair with my hands. My hair had turned greasy and had annoying knots. The white shirt I had been wearing for the past days was now stained and had dirt from sleeping on the floor. I wondered how much of a wreck I looked like. The thought made me feel a little self-conscious.
The hours went by slowly but eventually the Joker came back for me as he had told me before he left.
"Imma let you out of this room JUST for this little trip I'm taking you out on..." Joker spoke but paused to stare at me.
"But if you even think of running off I'll shoot you and kill you on the spot! Got it?." He said more as a demand than a question. I nodded as a response.
"Could I... maybe take a shower first?" I said quietly. He looked at me up and down. His stare made me feel uncomfortable and awkward.
"Hmm if you do everything I say and be a good kitten then... I might consider it." He said with a smirk. Kitten? The nickname made me blush again and he just laughed at my awkwardness.
He got a tight grip around my wrist making me follow him out of the room. I tried my best to follow but I was taken back by our setting. We walked by a long hallway that had other doors leading to rooms. Some of the doors were creaked open and I could see furniture but besides that, it looked pretty similar to my room. Then as we reached a set of stairs, I could hear faint voices. As I walked down the stairs with Joker still tightly gripping on to my arm, the voices quieted down. I looked up to see the "living room" full of men drinking beer and playing cards. I could feel their stares eating me alive. I tried to ignore it as much as I could.
One of the men spoke, "who's the girl boss?"
The Joker looked at the man as if giving him a warning.
"Thattt... is none of your business. That's none of any of you fellow gentleman's business." Joker said pointing around at some of the men.
"Could we at least have some fun with her after?" The same guy spoke again, chuckling a little at what he just said.
That suggestion made me sick to my stomach. Would the Joker actually allow that?
"This girl right here." Joker paused to point at me dramatically.
"She's mine and none of you will touch what's mine." Everyone in the room nodded and went back to what they were doing but this time being a little quieter.
Joker dragged me outside with him, making me squeal a little in surprise. He walked quickly towards a van parked in the driveway. The same black van he had used to kidnap me.
He opened the passenger door for me and rudely said,"get in." He let go of his grip on me and as I got in, he slammed the car door shut almost getting my foot caught. I was taken back by his rude attitude... maybe the thing the goons had told him got him in a bad mood. While joker went around the van to the driver's seat, I took a second to look at myself in the side mirrors. My makeup was smudged and my hair looked like a bird's nest. I quickly tied my hair into a messy bun. It didn't look good but that would do for now. I didn't try to fix my makeup fearing it would only make it worse.
By the time I was done "fixing" myself up, the Joker had gotten in and started the van.
I took one last glance at the place I had been locked for the past few days? weeks? I had already lost track of time.
I looked out the window seeing the place I had been held captive. The place was huge. It didn't look like house or a mansion. It was a warehouse.
I turned my head to look at Joker.
"Where are we going?" I asked curiously.
His head shot in my direction and a sly smirk formed on his face.
"We're going on a little adventure!"

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