A/N: This is a story I wrote after watching Suicide Squad. This takes place pre-Suicide Squad though. I do not own any characters, but my few OCs. I do WARN you that this story may contain some triggers and mature content. Typical stuff you would expect from the Joker. I know there are A LOT of different versions of the Joker out there between the comics and movies, but this is the Leto Joker. I know some Joker fics have a lot of abuse in them, but that's just not my cup of tea so I try to avoid it when possible without changing too much of his character. So please keep that in mind when reading. As Always, I am completely open to constructive criticism. However, if you leave a mean or unhelpful comment, it will be deleted. :) This entire story is written. I'm just tweaking as I go so I should be posting chapters left and right. :) I have not forgotten my other stories. I will be finishing those up. I just needed a break to clear my head on the Walking Dead one as well as Vampire Diaries. Between having a two year old and working from home, it gets a bit hard to write. haha.

For visuals on Delilah, other OCs, outfits and whatnot, check my profile for the link to the From the Depths collection. :)

Thanks so much and enjoy!

"So what kind of club is it? A comedy club?" Delilah Swann shivered against the cold air of the night as she hurried down the street with her date towards their destination for the evening. Her long chocolate hair was pulled half up, but even the locks falling on her bared shoulders didn't protect her from the harsh wind. "I mean, am I overdressed for a comedy club?"

Her date, Tucker looked her over without slowing down. She wore a white spaghetti strap Angel Eye dress that flowed loosely around her tanned legs as her white pumps clicked on the sidewalk, struggling to keep up with him. "You're fine."

That wasn't exactly reassuring. Nonetheless, she just hoped this date went well tonight. It had been a while since she had even thought to get herself back out into the dating scene and on top of that, this was a new city to her. Well, she'd lived here for a few months, but she didn't exactly get out much. Tucker wasn't exactly her type, but he had been quite persistent and charming during his daily stops to Watkin's Bar. She had been the overly shy bartender, but it wasn't long before he had her agreeing to a night out on the town. He was tall, blonde, traditionally handsome with a jawline that seemed to have no end. His dark blue polo accentuated his eyes and showed off his muscular arms. While he seemed to be straight out of the frat house, Delilah looked as if she would rather be curled up in the most secluded corner of a library. Quiet, shy, uncomfortable in her own skin... She never had her mother there to help her with things such as makeup or clothes, resulting in her confidence taking quite the hit in her high school years. That lack of confidence never really went away. Her eyes, however, were quite striking — they held the depths of the ocean, shining brightly out at the world passing her by.

"It's right up here." Tucker gestured towards a rather extravagant looking building that had a line out the door. Green lights shone brightly to accentuate the strong architectural features above, putting the focus on the sign. "Grin and Bare It?" she asked. "Clever name."

A tall burly bouncer stood at the door, list in hand. "I still can't believe we got on the list for this place," Tucker said to her before approaching the bouncer with confidence. "Tucker Hamilton and guest."

After checking the list, the bouncer stepped aside with a silent nod, letting them pass, but upon stepping over the threshold, Delilah's excitement turned to unease. Her ocean blue eyes widened at the sight before her. "This is definitely not a comedy club."

Stages were set around the room, half naked women dancing upon them with chains and poles to give the club's attendees a show. "I never said it was."

Delilah shook her head. "I'm not entirely comfortable—"

"Hey!" Tucker called to a group of guys waving him over. Ignoring Delilah's protests, he pulled her along with him towards his friends. They all looked to be his buddies from work or something. She didn't bother to ask and just sat next to him quietly while they all enjoyed the topless woman dancing on the stage in front of them, their eyes glued to her as she hung from the chain, using her gifts to rack up the tips. Waitresses brought them drink after drink and Delilah was playing her own little game in her head, waiting for one of them to pass out from too much alcohol. However, this must've been a regular thing for them because none of them really even seemed fazed. Her on the other hand, she was a complete lightweight. Very rarely did she drink and it was usually alone in her tiny one bedroom apartment when she could actually afford a bottle of cheap wine on her birthday.

"What about your date, man? She looks thirsty," his friend with the leather coat hollered over the music. "Doesn't seem to be having such a great time."

"Yeah, maybe get her a drink to loosen her up a bit," another offered as he slicked his hair back from his face. To her, he added, "You definitely stand out in here, sweetheart. You look like the sweet and innocent girl next door."

Tucker laughed and rose to presumably fetch her a drink as suggested. This was not the guy she thought she was going out with tonight. Back when he had asked her out, he had seemed so calm and reserved. It was obvious now that it was all for show… Something she was all too familiar with. What she wouldn't give for a guy who wasn't afraid to just be himself. To say, this is me. Deal with it. You like it or you don't.

Even in her thoughts she had this nagging feeling that was making her uneasy. It was the feeling of unseen eyes watching your every move. However, everywhere she looked there wasn't a soul paying her any attention. Even her date, who returned and handed her a glass of some form of brown alcohol before returning his attention to his friend's and the girl in front of them. It must just be in her head. Who in their right mind would pay attention to a girl like her in a place like this?

Not even twenty minutes later, she found herself dizzy as hell, the contents of her glass now circulating through her veins. Cursing herself for being such a lightweight, she let Tucker guide her from the club. But wait… this wasn't the way they came in. It was dark and quiet except for the muffled bass of the music inside. Tucker pushed her back against something cold, sending shivers over her skin. She tried to focus, but everything was spinning. Blinking her eyes, she tried her best to figure out where she was. Brick… He had her pressed up against the brick wall of the alleyway behind the club. Feeling his hands pushing themselves up under her skirt, she let out a groan which he mistook for a moan of pleasure. Not that he would've minded otherwise. It wouldn't have stopped him. She wanted to fight him off of her. She really did, but her arms felt like they were being weighed down by some invisible force. What the hell is going on? Just as he hooked his finger into the top of her panties, he was pulled off of her. The sudden loss of support had her sliding down the wall to the ground, her legs folding underneath her. With her vision fading, the last thing she saw was a flash of green.