I woke up in a small, dirty, dingy, musty smelling room. My head was pounding, and my vision was slightly blurred, but it cleared up and I was able to clearly see my surroundings. I was on a tattered up, dirty mattress, with a dimly lit lightbulb hanging over me, beige colored walls, and a bunch of junk scattered across the hardwood flooring. "Where the hell am I?" I thought to myself. The last thing I remembered was blackness surrounding my vision. "Well I'm certainly not at Tyler's." I thought to myself again. I heard fast footsteps approaching and I paniced. "Who else is here?" The door swung open, and my eyes were met with a terrible glasgow grin that was; The Joker. I tried to let out a scream before The Joker came lunging at me, covering my mouth with his dirty hand, pulling out his switchblade and gliding it again my skin. "Ah, ah, ahhh, Samone. Wouldn't want to, ah, do anything you'd regret." He said, now twirling the switchblade in hand. My eyes widened. "How the hell do you know my name? Why do you have me? LET ME GO YOU BASTAR-MMPH!" Her mouth was once again covered by The Joker's dirty hand and laughed. "Ya got quite the temper on ya, Samone. That interests me. You're what some people would call a, ah, spitfire. I think that's what I'll, ah, call you from now on. My liiiiiitle spitfire." He laughed as I struggled to get out of his grasp, until I bit his hand as hard as I could. He hissed and gritted his teeth while I ran out of the room, down the hall, and sprinted down the stairs as I heard running feet behind me. I looked back until I hit something-or rather someone-hard. I came face to face with another chick-And she didn't look happy. She had on a tight red and black checkered body suit, her face was painted all white with a mask covering just her eyes, and a red and black jester hat.
"Who the hell are you?" she questioned
"Who the hell are you?" I asked. I gasped when I felt someone roughly grab me from behind and placed a switchblade to my throat. "I see you ladies have gotten aquainted." The Joker said in my ear through gritted teeth. I watched the woman's face before me turn from a face of anger to a face of joy. "HI, PUDDIN!"
"Puddin!?" I thought to myself as she pracitcally flug herself at him, knocking me to the ground. The Joker let out a growl of annoyance, roughly shoving the girl off him. "God damnit, Harley, can't you see I'm busy?" He hissed. The girl, who was apparantly named Harley, got a sullen look on her face. "I...I haven't seen you all day, puddin'...I just wanted to say hello." The Joker rolled his eyes. "Well, then you could have simply said 'hello', and not jump on me like some psycho woman!" He spat. I felt slightly bad for the woman. Harley quickly changed the subject. "Who is she?" Harley said, looking at me disaprovingly. "Our new, ah, friend." The Joker responded, eyes locked on me. "She associated with B-man?" She asked.
"Nope."
Harley looked confused. "Well...Harvey?"
"Nah."
"Gordon?"
"Nah-ah." Joker responded, growing irritated.
"THEN WHY THE HELL DID YA BRING 'ER 'ERE?" Harley screeched, recieving a hard slap on her face from The Joker. I covered my mouth in shock, a massive wave of pity going through me. "Don't raise your voice at me ever again, Harley! You understand?" He yelled, grabbing her by the bells on her jester. "Yes sir..." Harley replied, voice squeaky. "Good." The Joker replied. "And to answer your question, Harley, I ah, brought her here, because, well...Why not?" He said simply. "Oh..." Harley said, sounding disappointed. The Joker ignored her and roughly grabbed my arm. "C'mon, Spitfire. I wanna show ya somethin'!" He said excitedly, dragging me with him, me getting a cold glare from Harley.
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The Joker dragged me back up to his room, shutting the door behind us. I tensed up a little, and he chuckled upon noticing my discomfort, but made no comment on it. "So, uh, that Harley girl...You two, well...An item?" I asked, hesitating for a moment. He stopped rummaging through his things for a moment, turning back at me, stepping menacingly close to me "Did I, ah...Say you could ask about my personal life?" He asked me. I just shook my head, and he laughed in my face due to my apparant cautiousness. "Then, ah, Spitfire...Don't ask unless I tell ya. You got me?" He asked, and I just nodded again. "Good. And, ah, no. Not really. She's a good kid, don't get me wrong, but she's just so damn clingy. And she talks way to damn much, and, ah, I like my women seen, not heard." I scoffed. He reminded me of Tyler when he said things like that. All of the sudden I felt a stab of alarm go through me. "Shit...Tyler." I was way past my curfew. He was probably calling the police and-Wait, I wanted him to call the police! So I could get away from this freak!
That feeling soon faded as I realized that even if I got out of this nightmare, I would just be re-entering my old one. I sighed as I realized that there was no winning in this situation. "Having issues, Spitfire?" He asked me with mock concern. I didn't reply as I became to distracted with several condomns lying around near the bed, and what I assumed was Harley's lingere. I shivered in disgust, not even wanting to think about the idea of those two going at it. The Joker noticed what I was looking at and turned his whole body towards me. "Wanna, ah, put that on and put on a show for me, sweetheart?" He pured. I made a sound of disgust. "Your loss, toots. You'll ah, want some sooner or later. They always do." He said, winking. "Don't count on it." I replied. "They always do." Those words repeating in my head. Just exactly how many women had The Joker had in his bed, without Harley knowing? Or maybe Harley did know but was too afriad to put her foot down about it afraid of what her puddin' might do. And how batshit crazy did they have to be to actually get in bed with him? The thought left my head and The Joker roughly grabbed me-something I found he enjoyed doing-and set me down on a chair, pulling out a little black band with a tiny little screen on it, putting it around my ankle. "What is this?' I questioned. "Tracking device, in case to try to escape, which apparantly was strongly needed, sense you tried to book it earlier." A look of fury flashed upon my face. "What!? Are you fucking kidding me?" Thr Joker laughed, then turned serious. "Do not, ah, raise your voice at me, Samone. And you try to take this off, and...Well. I'll let you find out for yourself." He laughed, laying down on the bed, closing his eyes for a minute before looking at me expectingly. "Well...? Aren't you going to, ah, join me?" He asked. I bark laughed. "Fat chance! I'd rather sleep on the dingy old sofa downstairs! And I'd rather not share a bed with you and Harley, thanks." I spat. He started cackling, like I just said the best joke in the world. "You think Harley and I SLEEP in the SAME bed? No, no, no, ah, no. Harley is the one who sleeps on the sofa. I only have her in here when we are screwing. She's way to damn cuddly to just sleep with! But you, I ah, don't think I'll have to worry about." He said. "You can count on that. But, I'd rather sleep on the floor." The Joker growled and tackled me on the bed, frantically placing the covers over us. "Sorry, toots, did ya miss the memo? You're ah, under my roof, so my rules." I rolled my eyes. "In case you haven't noticed, I didn't exactly ask to be here." The Joker cackled. "Well, here you are! So I call the shots, got that, my little spitfire!?" He said with over exagarated enthusiasm. I just huffed and turned on my side, going as far away from The Joker as possible. I felt his arm sling over my side, and I smacked his arm away. He growled. "Women." he said exasperatingly, and I let sleep take me.
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