FREAK SHOW

A collaboration effort by Novicewriter and chaoticlown666

This story will eventually turn into a fanfiction about the joker's daughter being the heir to his legacy and eventually continuing his work, because what is Gotham with a little mayhem? For now it is the story of the joker and the mother of his heir, Natalie. This will probably be the first 5 to 8 chapters. There will be sex scenes later in the story, but nothing to graphic and there will be harsh language at times. The Joker POV is written by my girlfriend chaoticclown666.

NATALIE POV

A loud voice bellowed from across the room, "Natalie, come over here and stand by me."

"Okay Daddy!" I walk quickly towards him where he sits by the black van. Salvator Maroni is not a good man to disobey. He isn't afraid to kill anyone; I would know, he has killed my four sisters and each of our mothers. I am the last heir he has. Daddy is making a big deal with the freak tonight. He wants to get the clown off of the mob's back so he is willing to pay a lot for it. I'm here because I am supposed to be doing the dirty work and learning the trade. My job is to talk to that weirdo, my daddy thinks he is way to good to speak to someone like him; my daddy is completely right on that one.

"Daddy, when will the clown be here?" He looks at me with doting fatherly eyes and runs his hands through my short cropped hair.

"Soon Princess. Let's just hope this doesn't turn into a madhouse." I feel my hatred for my father lessen when he touches my hair that way. Much better than last night. I press my fingers to the tender flesh around my jaw where he punched me in his anger last night.

"Everywhere that clown goes turns into a circus Daddy. Why don't we just slit his throat?" He smiles at me like I am 12 and not 24. I hate that look, it makes me feel stupid.

"This is business Natalie," He chides, "If you kill your customers you wont do well."

"Daddy, it'd be so easy. This customer is costing us money." I flip out my switchblade and it is immediately snatched away from me and I feel a harsh slap across my face from my daddy.

"You will do well to learn respect for me." He hands my knife back to me and goes silent.

Footsteps sound through the empty building and me, and 5 men I vaguely know, all take a casual position. The footsteps grow louder as they draw closer to us. We are waiting in the back of a deserted underground parking lot and they are close enough to us for me to know exactly how many men are with him but I can't see him yet.

Suddenly there stands the joker, laughing as he gets closer. His paint is freshly applied on his scarred face and the three men behind him are wearing clown masks. "Well, isn't this a wild party?" He laughs again then licks his lips, smearing the paint. I speak up, getting the show on the road. "Shut up, Freak. No one wants to hear your incessant giggling. This should be quick and easy."

"And no one asked for your input. Keep quiet or I'll shut you up myself faster than your daddy can even stand up." The mob may be afraid of this crazy clown but not me. A freak in face paint is nothing to be afraid of. Even though I am supposed to be quiet I speak again anyway.

"Good luck with that on, Freak. I'd have your bloody balls in my hand before you could beg me not to slice them off." One of my dad's men turns me around and slaps me hard across my cheek in the same place my dad did earlier. My cheek will be bruised by the end of the night at this rate. All the men have been granted permission to put me in place by any means. I tend to get mouthy. I can't help that.

The joker laughs loudly before responding. "Now back to business. You want protection from me, right? Well, it comes with a price."

I speak again, praying that I don't get slapped again. I've done this before and I know the routine. Get him to name a price and then get him to allow the mob to cut it by half. "My father wishes for you to name a price."

"20 million." I hear an audible gasp from one of the younger men behind me. It is my father's turn to speak.

"Why not a lower number? You are already a rich man. 10 million?" Typical Daddy. Half price. We will see how it works on the Joker. Either way 10 million is all he is going to get.

"20 million, or give me ten million and throw in your daughter. There's a lifetime warranty on that."

This guy is a complete idiot. My daddy wouldn't do that. I'm his last heir. He needs me... "Take the girl. She is of no use to us." My jaw drops slightly and shock rushes through my veins. Two of my father's men walk towards.

"Then it is a deal." I hear the joker say playfully. I look at Daddy then at the clown who is giving me a playful grin.

I feel my anger serge through me replacing the shock. "Fuck this! I'm not going anywhere with that Freak! Daddy you can't do this! You fucking need me!"

"I do not need you! You would destroy this mob." He throws a suitcase of money into one man's hands and the other two try to grab my arms. I pull out my switchblade and plunge it into one of the men's neck. I pull it out just quickly enough to turn around and punch the other man hard enough to knock him down.

"Did you not hear me? I'm staying right here!" I see my dad getting into the car and I lunge at him. I want nothing more than to feel my knife cutting his throat out. Three more of my dad's men grab me and pick me up before I can get to him and the car door closes behind me. I kick and scream trying to get at the car and it pulls away. I feel myself getting placed into new hands and I am thrown over a shoulder. I open my eyes to a purple jacket. I continue to kick trying to grab my knife from where the men had placed it in my pocket.

I see the Joker reach into his pocket and pull out a large black switchblade knife of his own. "I have one to Dollface. You're coming with me." I finally go still when he puts the thick silver blade to my neck. He throws me into the back of a van and crawls in after me. The van starts and before the joker has his knife on me again I am back in action kicking and keeping him and his men as far from me as possible. I have my knife safely back in my hand but I don't know how long that will last.

"Let me go! Get me out of this van right now!" I put the knife up to the joker's neck and he just laughs at me.

"Go ahead, cut me. Come on." I shut my eyes as he press my blade harder on his neck. I feel it break the skin and blood drip onto my hand. I have killed before, but no one has ever asked me to do it. I move my knife away from his neck and down on his manhood.

"Ask me again, or let me go. Your choice, Freak." I press my knife closer on his purple pants. I continue to press harder and harder until it rips through his pants and boxers and it pressing lightly against the skin of his sack. "Ask me again. I dare you." He just laughs louder than any other time before and I cut him. Not to deep, but blood sprung out and dripped steadily onto his purple pants. I feel a fist connect with my temple and everything goes black from there.

JOKER POV

I sigh as I feel drops of blood dripping from my pride onto my pants leaving a dark stain. I rub them gently to ease the pain from the cut. She's a good fighter and I like that a lot. She is currently unconscious in the seat next to me due to the little incident with her knife and my nuts. I only hit her out of reflex, which I am slightly regretting because I wanted to take time to get to know her. I feel the van come to a stop and I get out before picking her up and slinging her over my shoulder.

I turn around and start to walk inside the old toy factory that I manage to call a hideout. The second I open the door a warm breeze showers over me. Today Gotham was cold and rainy so I left the heat on when I left earlier. I welcome the warmth and continue my pace towards a flight of stairs that lead of to an office. That is where my room is, an office with a giant window so I can look out and see whatever the goons do around here.

Once up there I lock the door behind me and lay her on my queen sized bed with the red sheets. I move her under the covers after removing her shoes and the knife from her clenched hand. I place the knife in the sock drawer of my dresser and work on undressing myself until I'm in nothing but my boxers. I chance a glance at her and end up staring at her lovely curves and very short hair that she has dyed a blue color. Her eyes are shut but I find myself wondering what color they are. I brush off the thoughts and lay down. Before my head even hits the pillows I'm out like a light.

Okay, I hope you all like it so far. We plan on updating promptly every week on Thursdays (and I'm not lying to you, I mean it 100%)

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