Joker x reader

Part 14) Blood boiling

As soon as Bruce was out of my office I packed all my stuff, left a note for Marcus telling him what to do while I was gone and left.

As I got in my car I pulled out my phone.

'I'm going out of town for a while. I'll be come home when I get my shit sorted out.' I texted him before turning my phone off.

"FUCK!" I screamed to myself as I drove through traffic as fast as I could.

I made it to my apartment and slammed on the breaks outside the main entrance. While inside I threw a bag together, making sure to grab my Fallen Angel attire. I was satisfied with my small bag of only essentials.

I took one last look around my apartment. Taking each knife I had stashed away and shoving them in my bag with no real order. I really wasn't in the mood to organize my shit right then.

As I looked around my living room I felt discussed. I didn't need any of this shit. What I needed was to get that bastard Batman who ratted me out to Harvey.

In a fit of pure rage looking around at all my crap that made me seem normal I went to my closest, seeing the softball bag that I had kept as a memento from high school.

I grabbed the steel bat and made my way around the whole apartment.

I smashed the tv, my computer, hell I even fucked up the shelves in my fridge. When everything was done the whole place was a mess of broken plastic and wires with shattered glass littering the floor.

Before leaving I saw myself in pieces in the shattered mirror pieces that still clung to the wooden frame. I didn't look how I felt.

I didn't wear dresses. I wore dresses to work, I wore skirts and nice shit to make myself seem more mature than I ever really was.

As fast as I could I pulled on jeans and a sweatshirt with an old pair of beat up boots and finally left.

Time skip

I knew Bruce had a tracker in my car. It was something Alfred was keen on me having ever since I was old enough to drive.

So I spent hours driving out of the city and two states over, only stopping to get gas and get rid of the car. After I dumped my car I shattered the windshield with a random branch, cutting my hand on the broken glass in the process.

I took an extra moment to stomp on my phone. I wouldn't need it for a while anyway.

Those cuts pooled blood everywhere. Because after I got my bag I saw all of it in its crimson glory splattered all over the leather seats. But I didn't care. I had a plane back to Gotham to catch.

Time skip

I got off the plane, keeping my head down and my hood up so people wouldn't recognize me. And went back to the docs to get my head straight, but not before digging up the knives I had buried earlier.

Bruce's POV

I had to get to her as soon as possible without looking suspicious. So I couldn't take the bat mobile, even though it would be significantly faster.

I drove for hours, weaving through cars, ignoring red lights and all other forms of life as I followed the path that y/n's gps gave me.

I had been alerted to the windshield breaking, that's how I knew I had to go help her. Bad choices or not she's still my baby sister that I need to protect. Wether she's actually driving all the way out here for a good reason I still have to make sure she's okay.

When I saw her car I didn't have words. A wave of different emotions swept over me, and I fell to my knees as I saw all the blood, I couldn't even call her.

So I dialed a different number instead.

"Bruce?" Fox picked up.

"I need you to find anyway you can to trach y/n. She's missing. Make sure the search is country wide."

Your POV

The docs were chilly as usual, but it was a nice sort of chilly. The calm waves of the lake created a relaxing background noise as I walked along the damp wood, among the seemingly endless shipping containers.

My backpack was heavy from the knives I had dug up.

But I was calm. I didn't have to worry about anything. While wearing a pair of cheap earbuds connected to a small radio playing soft jazz I simply sat, and enjoyed the tunes and the sound of waves and the occasional boat that passed in the distance.

The lake around Gotham was always too cold for my liking, but currently laying on the docs with some thick clothes and a mask only being able to be seen as fallen angel was nice, it was warm. And gave me plenty of time to think.

I figured I could lure Batman out if I made it look like I had kidnapped myself. Maybe I was just important enough to him that it could work. Or at least Harvey could convince him. No doubt that if Harvey didn't Bruce would go to Gordon and have him call him down.

So that's what I decided to do. I got up and walked through the narrows. And all the bad neighborhoods in Gotham. Bragging rather loudly about how I had 'kidnapped y/n Wayne and was going to make a fortune from the ransom.'

It was a clever plan honestly. I could trust the people of Gotham to run their mouths all over the city. So I spent all day telling as many loud mouths as I could.

Time skip

I made my way to Jokers hideout, as I walked up some goons were packing trucks with explosives, but I simply ignored them and walked past.

I walked all around not seeing much, so I decided to ask.

"Where's the boss?"

"Upstairs...." he looked and sounded nervous to be talking to me. Almost like he knew what the Joker would do if he took a wrong step. "Looking all over the city for you."

I sighed and ran up the stairs, and sprinted to his room, not bothering to knock after I shoved my mask in my pocket.

"J?!" I yelled into the room.

"Jesus fuck y/n everyone was saying you were kidnapped!" He snapped in a deep and gravely voice.

I ran to hug him. I didn't care if his face paint got on my jacket. I simply enjoyed the soft sent of whiskey and mint that came off of him.

"I kidnapped myself." I chuckled as he finally let go. I leaned against the large window frame. "Figured Harvey would send Batman after the person who kidnapped y/n Wayne. Or at least Bruce would make Gordon do it."

"And Uh, why do you want Batman?" He asked, standing behind me, arms wrapped around my waist and head nestled snugly into the crook of my neck.

I sighed. "He told my brother that we were together."

I could feel him sigh as well.

"And yesterday Bruce knew it was you under the desk. And he saw paint on my neck. He knows. And he knows because of Batman. I'm not just going to let that slide."