"What?" I asked in disbelief. "You can't be serious?" I knew my father was stupid but I hadn't spoken to him for years.
"I'm sorry gal." Spencer spoke from the other end. "He sold you."
"But he can't. He doesn't own me, he can't sell me away to anyone." I protested; I knew my father was in trouble but I was disconnected from all of it.
"I'm so sorry I only just found out but you need to get out of your house." He said and I could hear rustling in the background. "Get yourself to my club and I'll do my best to protect you."
I began to shove my belongings into a duffel bag. "Won't you get hurt?"
He laughed slightly. "If it means to keep you safe I'll take the risk." Spencer told me a year ago that he loved me, but I just couldn't return his feelings. Not with who and what I am. "You need to get out of there right now, we can't let this guy find out about you."
He sounded extremely scared, which worried me as nothing scared him. Spencer was nearly 7 feet tall with the body of The Mountain from Game of Thrones. He had this mocha coloured skin, bald head but with a small beard, and he worse bright yellow coloured contact lenses for his eyes. He had several piercings on his ear and one on the left side of his bottom lip. I had never known him to be frightened of anything. "Wait… you said he sold me. To who?" I asked, though I was dreading the answer. There was a silence as I threw my bag in the passenger seat and got in my car, it was killing me. All of this. "Spencer?! Tell me God dammit!" I yelled.
I think this woke him up as he knew I didn't raise my voice often. "He sold you to him." I started the engine.
"Who Spencer? I need specifics." I half rolled my eyes as I pulled out of my drive.
"The Joker."
A/N: So I saw Suicide Squad the other day and loved it! So the Joker in this story will borrow elements from Leto's portrayal. Please let me know what you think and feel free to help me as this is my first Joker fic.