{Hey guys I'm back I'm hoping you guys enjoy this one as much as I did writing it. I am sorry to anyone who is hardcore into batman or the comics because I am sure that the bat signal is not where I have placed it. I couldn't find an actual location so I modified it and will have it moved later on to the roof of the police station but I need it where I placed it for my story that I am sure you will enjoy. I have also added a new story on trial to my current ones it is a Fifty Shades of Grey/Freed/Darker story so check it out if you would like. I have three stories on a trial run, a Steve Rogers (Captain America)/OC, a Daryl Dixon (Walking dead)/OC and a Christian Grey (Fifty Shades of Grey)/OC. If I don't feel like it's going anywhere by the fifth or sixth chapter I will discontinue it. Same applies to any others anybody wants me to take on. I do not own anything from Suicide Squad or Batman only my own characters and anything else that you do not recognize.}
(Flashback)
It was a deadly quiet night on the streets of Gotham. Only the sounds of drunks as they stumbled down the street and the odd car going by would alert anyone to the activity in the night life that horrible night. It wasn't until the shrill shriek of a little girl broke that silence. She was only twelve as her and her parents fought for their life that night. Her father opened the door to the wrong person, the wrong criminal. If you were in that apartment that night you would see her father's lifeless body laying in the living room and her mother's protective stance that didn't stand a chance against the man that had killed her husband. But, she didn't care she would protect her little girl with her last breath if she had to. She sat her daughter in her bedroom closet and told her to stay quiet and not say a peep until she came back for her. What that little girl didn't know was that, that would be the last time that she ever saw her mother. Tears streamed down her face and she hugged her knees to her chest ignoring the strands of blonde hair that dropped into her face. Her mother's screams echoed in the room before the bedroom door was opened.
The little girl's hands covered her mouth in a tight grasp trying to control her breathing. Her continuous stream of tears slipped between the cracks of her fingers. She wouldn't make a sound but it was hard when all she wanted to do was run out to her parents and cry. Fear coursed through her blood as she watched the dark silhouette of the man walked through the room. She watched as he stood by the bed and rolled his shoulders, "Little pig, little pig let me in," his voice came out as an amused laughter as he knelt by the bed and looked under. When he didn't see her, he began to rise again, "I can smell your fear," he snickered and began to look around the room before his eyes landed on the closet. The girls grip became tighter around her lips and her eyes closed hoping and praying he would walk away. But that wasn't the case, the man continued to walk towards the closet door, his grin growing wider, "And I want to devour it!" his voice was low almost in human as he ripped the door open
She cowered farther into the corner as if that would protect her from him, as if small space would devour her. The man reached inside and grabbed her arm ripping her from her seat position and throwing her past him to the floor where she fell near the bed. She quickly pushed herself up onto her elbows where she slid backwards away from the gun that was currently pointed at her. She didn't know if she was more scared of the gun that was pointed at her or the sinister look in his eyes and posture. He was enjoying it, he was getting off on the pain and fear he had inflicted that night. There was something in this girls eyes, something that was different than the others he had killed. There was rebellion and fire behind the fear in her eyes. It was in that moment that he realized that she had yet to cry or to beg and he wanted more than anything to hear her voice do just that. He stepped over her so either leg was straddling her legs and the gun was closer to her face, "Beg." Was the only word that left his mouth
"W-What?" she stuttered
He pushed the gun harder against her head forcing it to move back from the force. "I said beg bitch."
As he stood above her with victory seconds away, her eyes wandered to the bedroom door where she could barely see her mother's feet and some of the blood that pooled there. It was in that moment for her that she wanted to survive she wanted to live. Her legs kicked up hard and made contact where the sun don't shine. As the man bent over in pain and for the moment forgot about the little girl in front of him. She took the opportunity to run and run as fast as she could. She needed to get help but had no idea where to find but one place. She has seen the police man on occasion go up to the roof of her building. Her building being one of the tallest in Gotham and in the center of it no less. She had gotten curious one night and followed him to the top of the building where she saw him turn on a light. A light that showed the bat signal and it wasn't long until she watched as the bat had landed on the building. It was her only hope as she knew her building wasn't known for opening their doors to screams for help.
She continued to run towards the roof as she screamed for help on the off chance that someone in this town decided to be a good civilian. She could hear him chasing her but, that only made her go faster, push harder. Her bare feet pounded across the cold pavement towards the light and frantically searched for the light. Once she had it on she stared at the sky staring at the light, hoping he would come as quickly as he did for the police officer. Something hard collided with her body sending her hard onto the ground. She knew it was him and his hands grabbed at her roughly rolling her onto her body and squeezing her arms painfully. He aimed his gun at her and as he pulled the trigger she managed to shove it away from her face sending it crashing to the floor. She tried to fight and move away, she tried to hold back the tears as his hands wrapped around her neck and began to squeeze. Her eyes focusing on the light as she grasped at his hands gasping for air. Minutes had gone by since she turned on that light and he still wasn't here. When she realized that the man wasn't going to release his grip on her she began to search the ground for anything she could get to. Her breathing was becoming more rapid and her vision blurry and just as she was about to give up she felt the gun he had drop wrap around her hand. She had no knowledge of how to use a gun but she knew one thing and that was to point and pull the trigger.
And that was exactly what she did...four times in his face, neck and chest. The man grip became loose and he rolled off her onto his back beside her. She rolled away from him gasping for air and clutching at her sore throat. She sat on her knees and stared at the man whose eyes lay wide and lifeless beside her. Once more her eyes looked at the light and realized more than a few minutes went by. The man that was supposed to protect the innocent and be there when his signal went up didn't come. He had failed her and she had almost died because of it, something broke inside her then. Her hair had fallen completely in her face as she dropped her head. Her shoulders began to shake and you could barely see the smile that had graced her face slowly growing bigger which was shortly followed by laughter. Small bubble like laughter, innocent but sinister all in one.
(End of Flashback)
The small white room was suffocating not to mention the straight jacket that I was still wrapped up in. But, that wasn't where my eyes were, in my room was a tiny window no bigger than a small dresser drawer. You could faintly see the bat signal in the sky and I seethed in anger. He was no savior of the people if anything J was mine...but, was that even true after all he had left me to fend on my own. It has been almost a month in this god forsaken place and any hope of him saving me was diminishing. This place had that effect, the effect of losing all hope and driving me more insane then I already was. I kept chewing on my lip I ignoring the pain as I ripped open the same cut that the bat had inflicted on me. All my wounds had healed except for the lip as I couldn't stop ripping it open. The locks on my door began to click but I didn't look anywhere but at the same bat signal, it seemed it was time for my daily session with the all too nosy doctor. "Come on crazy lets go." The orderly said rather bored
But I didn't move I didn't want to. The man sighed and roughly grabbed my upper arm dragging me into the wheelchair and proceeded to strap me down before wheeling me down the same plain white hallways to the designated room. Once there I saw the brunette I knew all too well as Doctor Striker and her normal bored face as she jotted down notes. Her eyes looked over her glasses and she sighed motioned to the orderly to place me down on the opposite side of the table. The orderly shoved me into the chair and I huffed as I pulled one of my legs into my chest and placed my head on it as I glared at her. Doctor Striker waited for the orderly to leave before addressing me. "Good Afternoon Peyton."
"Doctor." I seethed
She flicked the pen in her hand a couple times against her notepad not escaping my notice. "I see we are not in any better mood today."
I sighed and relaxed into the chair, "You mean besides being in a big white box in a smaller box wrapped in a white overly tight sweater that I can't get out of."
An amused smile graced her face "So today you have three options for topic of discussion-"
"And what makes you think I want to talk about any of them?" I shot back cutting her off
"Because Peyton this is your fifth time here and each time you have been here the topic has been the murder you committed that wound you here in the first place-"
"I didn't murder anyone he was going to kill me how many times must we go over this!"
Doctor Striker continued speaking as if I hadn't spoken at all. "This time you were not only brought here for the assault of Batman but for your relationship with clown prince of crime himself. So which one do you want to talk about?" Her eyes seemed to lighten for a second and I noticed her bit her bottom lip. She had a thing for Mr. J and I couldn't help the surge of jealousy that rolled through me. He may have abandoned me to the fate I am in now but, the strong feelings I had from the moment I met him were not going to go away just like that. "How about your recent transgressions?"
"My transgressions? What about you're...little secrets." I hissed
"My w-what?"
I leaned forward on my knee a little more a dangerous smile rising on my face, "I know your secrets or more specifically your dirty little secrets. You want to know about Mr. J huh? Well you know very well I can't tell you that. What I can tell you is there is man out there, a man that is very dangerous but is so dangerous that it is so thrilling to be near him. To be touched by him, kissed by him...even just to be looked at by him makes you curl your toes with pleasure. Its electrifying but you wanna know something else about him?"
I watched as she licked her lips in anticipation, "He isn't yours to have!" I yelled suddenly as I pushed off the chair
The doctor was so shocked at my sudden action she didn't even have time to react as I shoved her to the floor. Her body froze under me and I could hear the guards storming into the room but not before I leaned into her ear, "My life is mine to live and not you not the fucking police will keep me from living it."
As the guards pulled me away I licked her from the bottom of her jaw to just below her ear. I felt her cringe from underneath me and I rejoiced with the feeling of power over her. Laughter exploded around the room as I was roughly pulled off the doctor and slammed against the floor. I never even stuttered in my laughter as it filled the room. My laughter was just shy of being as bone chilling as the man himself. As I was dragged out of the room I heard one of the guards call me a crazy bitch. This man didn't understand I wasn't just a crazy bitch I was the crazy bitch.
(Joker p.o.v.)
I sat in my weapon room directly in the center, making sure each and every weapon was in its place nothing even an inch out of place. But, even as I tried to focus I couldn't. My thoughts were plagued with her and I was enraged. So what she was in Arkham Asylum, so what she was badly hurt when Frost took off. Was it guilt? No...I don't feel guilt that isn't who I was. I was selfish and everything I did was for my own benefit and no one else's. My eyes landed on the one thing out of place but I once again was pissed because that wasn't what I actually cared about. She had been there for a month and I had been sitting here every day staring at the one knife that was out of place never touching it. Images of her singing and dancing floated through my mind, images of her standing in my kitchen naked, teasing me, making me want her in every way and then running away. The craving was becoming out of control, I was hoping that I could just leave her there to rot and move onto the next but, I couldn't even touch or look at another woman. None held my interest like she did, I needed to get her out of there.
My rage blew up at that moment and I began to toss things around my room. Guns began to be tossed and knives were tossed around the room and into the walls and doors. In the end I collapsed on the ground with my back against the ground. I held a knife above me and pierced the tip of my finger with it. Once blood dropped onto my chest I realized the only way to go back to the way things were was to break out the little trouble maker and bring her home.
I would like to start by thanking;
Katmeroo- Im glad I managed to give you a little surprise, you will get to see him break her out in the next chapter gotta let her stew in there for a little while
JularaVon – Thank you, I do to it gives it a little more detail and insight. Thank you and here is the next update
bravesfan152001- Won't get to see that until the next update but I figured you might enjoy this chapter
Brookie Twiling- First off thank you for the long review I enjoyed reading it and taking in the feedback. So no they wouldn't but she had a little background to go with it and because she is insane that was where they placed here and its Gotham when is anything ever fair and like you pointed out no one cares about legalities. I am glad you are enjoying Harley won't be appearing in this first part of my series but will be in the second part. I want this to be the beginning of Peyton and J and how their relationship started. I have a huge plot planned for this that I know you especially will love, I have a feeling. And just for you I will find a way to get your suggestion in there eventually
xAmandaxXxPandax- thank you here is the next update
JokerStarr- I love hearing when someone binge reads my stories it makes me feel as though it is good enough to capture your attention long enough. Joker definitely blames Frost to and there dynamic will always be an emotional rollercoaster. Thanks for including your favorite part it gives me insight into things I should add along the way
StallingInWonderland- I know right no one was but I had to I had to add a little more tension to their relationship. I hope I didn't keep you too impatient. Mr. J will make up for it I promise though I think you might still be mad at him even with this chapter
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