I just decided to start a new fanfic. I'm sorry for the one I never finished, and I'm working on it.
But in the mean time, I want a Joker x The reader /Female\ Im making one.
Y/N= Your name
Y/C=Your Hair color
Y/H=Your Height
Disclaimer: I do not own anything. /I wish I did\
ON WITH THE STORY
It's not like i have a thing for this guy
PAGEDIVIDER
It's a rainy night in April, and you just sat down with a cool cup of coffee. There wasn't much to do, because (yeah, it was raining). You fumbled with your thick, Y/C, hair, attempting to put it in a braid.
Curious if cable was still on in this storm, You picked up the remote, and turned on the t.v.
You lazily flipped through the channels, landing on the news.
"It seems he's broken out somehow. We're going live at the Arkham Asylum."
"Yeah. As you can see on this video, it shows the Joker escaping with the help of his goons. There is a major search going on for him. And, He is most likely armed and dangerous. Back to you Sharon."
"Wow. I hope he's not anywhere near me." You say, taking a sip of your coffee. You boredly stared at the television, as it advertised some bland looking foods.
You stood, and walked into the kitchen setting your mug down on a counter, and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the horrifying pound on your door. You walked to the door (still shaken up), and looked through the peek hole. No one was there. You slowly unlocked the door, and frowned as it creaked open. After a long pause, a figure came through the door, and you were knocked over, and pinned to the ground.
You could barely see, untill a face met yours. Joker! *How did he find me? And what were the odds that he came after I found out, to MY house of all places?!* You thought.
He was smiling an evil smile, that made you cringe.
"What do you want with me you criminal?" You asked.
"I am taking refuge. You are going to keep me safe from the po-pos!" He said.
"No you're not in my house. Depart from my house now." You say.
The Joker frowns, as he pulls out a handgun, and places it to your forehead.
You whimpered, as you gave in. "You can stay here just please, don't hurt me."
He smiled, as he put the gun in his pocket. "What do you want me to do? I don't-"
"Know how. I know. But all you need to do is live your life normally, but you'll have your own Joker!"
You didn't want to get killed -Especially by the Joker because he'd make you want to die faster- So you pushed down all of the fear that was threatening to jump out of your throat; and you delt with it.
"Great. My house is the new Hell."
"What is your name, anyway?" He asked.
"Y/N is my name."
"Cute name."
"Please get off of me now."
"Why, you not lovin' this bod?"
You scowled.
"Alright." He said, slowly standing, pulling you up with him.
You didn't know much about the Joker, except he's evil, and he kills innocent people. He wasn't normal - looking person. His skin (Or was that even skin, or paint?) was a pale - white, and - oh god. He's staring at you.- His attire also was very fitting for someone of his "Profession". You couldn't help but notice his muscles - Oh his muscles-
He knew you were staring at him. "You're not too shabby yourself beautiful."
"Don't call me that."
He chuckled, as began to uncomfortably pat your cheek.
"We're gonna have so much fun."
TBC...What will happen next? Time will tell!
Reviews are appriciated!