Disrespectful // Joker x OC

11. I'm More Than Pretty, Idiot

I exit the bathroom in my outfit and admire my attire. 

"Vanity is such a bliss. And my make up really helped pull this look together. Don't ya think?" 

I walk through the closet to the shoes, well actually just heels, and pick me out a pair of black open toe heels. Once I'm finally done I saunter out of the room and sway my hips. A guard stood on the other side waiting for me with a stale face.

"Follow me." He grunts. 

"Wooow, I love the work mates. Wink, wink, nudge, nudge."

He leads me through the place and stops at a couch that's situated in front of a TV. The green haired menace sits there with his back facing me and his arms stretched on the back.

"Sir." The guy says, letting his presence known. 

Joker looks back to us and smiles when his eyes lands on me. "AH, you look lovely, Angel."

"Why does he keep calling me that? I didn't give him permission to call me that! Or did I?... Ugh, I just want my shit back and leave!"

Joker stands up and waves the goon away whilst making his way to me. "Lets go." He again purrs and guides me with a hand on my back. Oh, how I want to rip his arm off right now. I look back up to his neck and see my treasure is still dangling there. I huff and look forward since The Joker looked down at me. We shortly make it to a group of SUVs and goons. "Hurry your asses up! We're off now!!" Joker barks and the men start entering their vehicles and await for Joker and I to enter ours. Joker opens the door to a back seat and says, "After you." I just hop in without a word of gratitude, and Joker growls as he slams the door shut. He then hops in the front seat since that Jonny guy is driving for us.

The car starts up and the drive was quiet as frig. I just rest my head on the window and take in the OK view of scattered souls, taunting demons and dead trees. After what felt like 10 minutes, a light bulb flickers above my head.

"Hey, can I draw. I'm bored."  

Jonny looks through the rear view mirror and stares at me with a straight face. But Joker just turns back to me with anger and annoyance.

"Shut up!" He demands.

I roll my eyes at my failure and pout like a child. I sit back in my leather seat, cross my arms and rethink my options. When I feel their gazes are off me I take the opportunity to use my shadow powers. Thankfully I know my house off by heart and my shadow is on the door. I pay close attention to the guys and think of my art draw. I stick my hand into the a shadow and quietly tap around for my small note pad and a pen. After a while I pull out my items and smile with hope. I click the pen and that immediately grabs the guys attention.

They both look at me and Joker was confused with the things in my hands.

"Where did you get that?" He growled.

I just shrug and say, "From the car." I know that what I just did, nearly exposed me. But I need to do it. I then start sketching, allowing my wrist to randomly guide the pen. After a while I notice what I was designing and smiled at my random talent. After the last shading, I smirk at the design and The Joker quickly snatches my note pad. "Hey!"

"Shut up!" He demands again. 

I sigh as he observes my art works. Shortly I hear the sounds of paper ripping and my eyes widen. I shuffle to a point where I can see what he's doing. But I was too slow. He opened the window and quickly throws out my note pad.

"Hey! What the fuck!?" I complain.

"Sit your ass down or else your stupid necklace is next!" He takes the jewelry off and hangs it out of the window.