Full Summary: Diana Frost was a normal woman in her twenties just trying to survive Gotham. After landing a job at the local bank, Diana Frost would never imagine she would endure a robbery, much less a robbery done by the infamous new criminal, The Joker. When she discovers that the said criminal is her soulmate, she gets taken on an adventure where she begins to question what is right and wrong, what is light and dark, and what is love or lust.

The Joker's Princess

Chapter One

Bank Robbery

Gotham City Bank

The sound of tapping could be heard, the shuffling of papers, and the clicking of a stapler. I internally groan as I glance at my watch. Only a few minutes have passed since I last checked my watch. Could this day get any slower?

My name is Diana Frost. I'm twenty two years old, and just recently moved to the wonderful city that is Gotham. I'm a pretty average Caucasian looking girl, with neck-length dirty blonde hair with a pair of hazel eyes. My body was around 5'7 and slightly toned from the years of cheer-leading and gymnastics. I was no supermodel, but I kept myself pretty active and fit, even during college.

I've only been working at Gotham's bank for a few months, and I was already tired of it. I had a degree in accounting and the only available position they had was to be the assistant to the bank manager. So after spending four years in college, I end up sorting checks and getting the big man coffee.

I sigh deeply, putting the last check into the last envelope. I roll my neck, reaching up to scratch my soulmate mark. I've had the mark since I was born, signaling that my soulmate was older than me. I just hope they weren't much older. I've always wanted to know who my mate was, but as they days went on, the less hope I had in finding them. I've heard of stories of people who never find their soulmate, marrying and having kids and dying old without ever meeting them. I came to the conclusion that, that might be me.

The mark was odd anyway; it consisted of the four suits in the playing cards, all in a diamond formation. My peers would always tease me, claiming that my soulmate was a poker player or a magician, but after today I would have taken either or.

It was around three o'clock when the sound of gun shots rang like loud fireworks, causing me to jump and crouch to the ground. Was this really happening right now? Thankfully, I was in the back room, away from all the action.

But even as I huddled to the ground, you could still see me through the glass. The back of my neck flared up, something it had never done before. Is my soulmate here? Oh god please don't tell me my soulmate was either a robber or someone who was about to get shot.

I peer up from behind the desk to see clown masks covering the robbers faces, and I instantly felt my blood run cold.

I hated clowns. Ever since I was little their scary faces gave me nightmares.

I decided I shouldn't just sit here helplessly as the bank was being robbed so crawled out of sight, pulling out my phone and quickly dialing 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

I calmly told the operator what was going on, but before I could spit out any more details, my neck burned badly causing me to hiss in pain. Just then the door to the back office was kicked in, revealing a tall man in an ugly clown mask.

I screamed in panic, trying to move out of the way as the man launched forward towards me. He easily grabbed my ankle with a glove hand, pulling me towards him.

"My my, look what we, uh, have here," the man purred in a nasally voice. I feel him reach up and pull my shirt down where my soulmate mark was. I could feel his stare burning into the throbbing mark. My heartbeat was thumping loud in my ears and I prayed to god that this man was not who I think he was.

He takes off his glove and rubs it gently across the mark, sending shivers through my body much to my displeasure. "Looks like I, hit the jackpot." He cackled, reaching down to lift me to my feet.

This could not be happening right now! "Let go of me!" I screeched, struggling against the robber's strength.

His voice turned from high and nasally to deep and dark. "I, don't think I will baby doll."

He gripped my arm tighter and pulled me out of the room and into the crowd of people. I looked around at my co-workers, begging them to help me. They just stared back with pity in their eyes and I began to lose all hope.

He walked towards the other men, his gun swinging back and forth as he gazes around.

Suddenly, a loud gunshot rang out and a bullet went flying into one of the clowns. The man who held me dropped to the ground, pulling me along with him.

"Not in my bank!" A voice I recognized shouted from behind us. It was my manager's voice and a tiny bit of hope swelled in my stomach.

That hope was cut short when my clown shot up and easily placed a bullet in his thigh. Tears were now escaping from my brown eyes as the scene unfolded in front of me. My manager went stumbling to the ground, the shotgun falling out of his hands.

Pulled to my feet, I was forced towards the big bags of money. Another clown had carried them in.

"The boss said no souvenirs," the other clown growled, pointing his gun at me.

I could feel his body momentarily stiffen, his hand on my arm gripped painfully tight and my soulmark burned with anger. He cocked his head to the side, stepping to the right with me.

"I bet he told you to kill me," the other robber went on, his gun now pointed at my captors mask.

"No I, uh, kill the bus driver," my clown said in a calm voice, taking another step to the right.

"Bus driver? What bus-," he was cut off with a loud crash coming from the side of the building. A bus came busting through the bricks, hitting the robber and killing him on spot.

I screamed, twisting my body away from the rubble.

Another guy in a clown mask hopped out of the back of the bus, immediately throwing the bags of money up into the seats.

Once they were finished the last guy in the mask turned to him and looked me up and down. "Is she a take home?"

Before he could say anymore, a bullet was lodged deep into his throat.

"Sorry, she's not on the menu." He chuckled, pulling his mask off to reveal a more horrifying face.

I began to ball, realizing that not only was I currently in the arms of the dangerous Joker himself, but he was in fact my soulmate. Stories about the new criminal had spread like wildfire, and never did I believe I would be face to face with the clown prince himself, much less be destined to be with him for the rest of our lives!

"Time to go sweet cheeks!" The Joker giggled, pushing me towards the bus. "And if you don't comply then I'll just have to blow this bank sky high!"

Fearing the lives of all the innocent, I reluctantly complied, hopping onto the bus. I felt like I was in a hideous nightmare that I would never wake up too, and maybe that's exactly what this was.

I look back at the people in the bank, making eye contact with my manager-who was surprising still alive-before the bus door was slammed shut.

The Joker dragged me up by the front seat and placed me in the first right seat. He jumped into the driver's seat and began to drive off, joining a group of other school buses just as the cops arrived. My heart raced and I wanted nothing more to do then run out the back door and alert the authorities. But the threat of blowing up the bank still lingered in my mind.

I turn my attention back to the man who I just witness rob and murder. My soulmate still tingled and it made me grimace in disgust. Out of the seven billion people in this world, it had to be HIM.

My thoughts were interrupted by his surprisingly high and preppy voice. "What's your name doll?"

I stayed silent for a moment, not too sure on what to say. When I didn't answer, his eyes flash up into the mirror and my soulmate mark burned with irritation. I answered him, "Diana."

A loud chuckle burst from his throat , making me jump and cringe away. "Like the princess! I like that. From now on, uh, you'll be MY princess."

I give him a bewildered and fearful expression. Was this really what my life has come to? Kidnapped by the psycho clown who just so happened to be Gotham's latest criminal and not to mention my freaking soulmate. Did he know about that? Or did he just kidnap me for the hell of it.

I didn't want to question him about it, in fact I didn't want anything to do with him. I pushed myself tightly against the window as far away from him as possible. My knees came up to my chest as i huddled in a tight ball. I was sure my makeup stained my cheeks from where the tears had leaked but I honestly didn't care. I just witnessed someone die, and my mind was whirling a hundred miles a minute.

I stare out the window, watching as the buildings past by. I prayed that the authorities were on their way, or even the famous Batman that was Gotham's so called hero. My eyes flash to the Joker anxiously, and I quickly wonder what he must be thinking right now. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as he hunches forward while focusing on the road intensely. He must have felt my eyes on him for he looked up in the mirror at me. I averted my eyes and bite my lip, a small blush spreading across my stained cheeks.

He spoke then, his voice much more calm. "So my little princess, it seems you and I, me and you, have something in common."

So he did know, I thought. "It would seem that way," I mutter out, reaching up to rub the tingling soulmark.

The bus suddenly takes a sharp turn, and I end up falling over to the size. "Oops! Sorry doll, you better hold on tight!" He giggles as his foots slams down on the accelerator.

I suck my teeth as I grip onto the seat for dear life. The sound of sirens could be heard faintly, and hope began to arise once more. He suddenly pulls into a back alley, parking the bus and standing. He turns to me and I look at him fearfully. "It's time to, skedaddle princess!"

He leans down to grab me and I push away from him. "Don't touch me!" I spit at him, causing him to growl and launch forward.

He grabs a hold me tightly, bringing me up to stand as he brings me close to his face. "As much as I love the fight in ya, right now is just not the um, time." He licks his scared lips, causing me to grimace. "What's wrong darling? Is it the scars?"

I close my eyes and turn away from him, and he laughs in response. "Get use to them sweetheart, you'll be seeing them a lot from now on."

I could hear the sound of another vehicle pulling up and I open my eyes to see a white can pull up in front of the van. Another group of clowns jump out and wake their way to the back, opening the bus and grabbing the money stacks.

I look back up at the Joker who was staring down at me with a gaze I could only guess was filled with lust. I swallow and my stomach swirls with anxiousness. "Now, you can either come willingly, or I knock you out. Your choice."

I looked around, realizing that if I didn't choose quickly, it would probably be the later option. I nod in compliance and he grins madly at me. "Then you chariot awaits, my princess."

I scowl but follow him off the bus and into the van. The back didn't have windows so I was unable to see where we were going, but wherever it was, I knew it would be a place I won't be leaving anytime soon.

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