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Joker: Why So Serious?

Chapter 1: Madness

Joker strolled into the bank, watching as his men did as they were told. He sighed in annoyance as sirens could be heard in the distance. "Hurry it up boys! The Bat isn't too far behind, and he really puts a damper on my mood." He gave some of the hostages a smile as he patted down his purple blazer. "He can do a real number on ya! Drive you batty!" He laughed, slapping his knee.

He laughed even harder watching a woman's eyes widen in terror. "Oh you people..." He muttered, pretending to wipe a tear. He started to hum, swinging his gun around wildly, dancing about. "Don't you just love the smell of money? Oh wait why am I asking you? You won't be able to smell anything too soon anyway." He laughed again, and walked around a bit, eyeing the crowd of people.

He stopped short, eyeing one of the women. He narrowed his eyes upon her and tilted his head about, twirling the gun around as he tried to point out what was so strange about her presence. He pointed the gun at her, rolling his eyes as he heard whimpering coming from a few others. "Would you knock that off?" He snapped, shooting at the floor. He was instantly met with silence, and sighed in relief.

"That's better. What's your name doll face?" He asked, squatting down to her level, gazing into her deep chocolate eyes. He twirled a strand of her rich brown hair around his finger, licking his scars. Her voice was quiet as she gazed at him with mild curiosity. "Isabella." She responded, blinking once. Joker ran his gun across her neck, gazing at the vein in her neck. "Hmmm. Doesn't that mean beautiful or some crap like that?" He asked, running the gun lazily across her cheek, watching her closely. "Something like that." She whispered, watching him just as closely. "Hmmm." He gazed at her from head to toe, frustration ripping through him as he couldn't read her. "Tell me... Isabella..." She barely flinched as the cool steel touched the top of her breasts.

"Boss! We've got the money!" One of his men yelled, interrupting him. Isabella jumped slightly, her eyes now on the gun in Joker's hand. Joker just glanced in his henchman's general direction and pointed his gun, shooting him in the leg. "FUCK!" The man screamed, leaning down to hold his wound. He turned back to Isabella with a frown. "Some people are so rude." He whispered, licking his lips. Isabella just tilted her head, staring at him. He glanced down at her again and grabbed her hand, pulling her up to stand with him. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it.

He hummed again as she didn't recoil or blush. Joker growled softly, not liking the serene cool she had about her. He put his gun to her head, cocking the chamber. He just stared her in the eyes, tilting his own head once again in thought. "Why are you so calm?" He asked softly, glaring at her. He licked his scars, giving her a once over again, getting a good look at her body. She was just in pair of jeans, converses and a low cut top with a sweater. Plain really, although she had a nice body, but not something that would make him whip it out right there and fuck her in public. Her eyes though? That's what threw him for a loop. She didn't reply, just closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. Joker got a wide smirk about his face, letting out a laugh. "HA! You want something I see..."

He grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against him and nosed along her neck, blowing her hair from her shoulder. He twirled her around the bank, knowing the sirens were getting close. If Joker wasn't anything, he was dramatic. He loved to leave with a bang. He started making his way towards his getaway van, twirling her around. He dipped her slightly, bringing them nose to nose. He pulled the trigger on his gun, shooting the ceiling of the bank, screams following as acidic gas fell from small shells. "I like you. Tell me Isabella, have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?" He whispered against her lips, as he pulled her into the van.

Madness

Bella stared at the green haired man, wondering just what in the hell she's gotten herself into. She shook her head to clear it slightly, wondering who he was and why she felt so...different. The man was in the driver's seat, laughing, bouncing in the seat happily. "Did you see that boys?! Papa's flyin'" Bella held onto the seat as she glanced at the front, her eyes widening at the amount of police cars flying past just trying to catch them. Bella let out a squeak as they made a sharp turn, hands reaching out to grasp onto something. One of his men leaned forward, grabbing her arm, pulling her back into the seat. "I wanna have my fun with you before Joker blows your brains out." He whispered in her ear, his large hand resting on her thigh.

Bella gasped appalled, never once hearing anyone say such a thing. She slapped him in the face, glaring daggers his way. His head snapped backwards and Bella's heart quickened as he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. He returned the favor, his large hand connecting with her cheek, the force knocking her to the floor of the van. The other men sat quietly, watching the scene unfold, knowing that Joker didn't play around with the women he took. They were his pleasure only, whether to fuck or kill or to slap around if he so wished. Joker glanced in the rear view mirror, catching the end of the slap, humming a bit. He pulled into the parking garage, putting the van in park. He waited silently, his brows rising as she got up, gritting her teeth. She spit out the blood, spraying him in the face. Joker sighed and got out of the van, his other men following Que. They opened the back doors of the van, and after receiving a quick nod from Joker, one of them plucked Bella up before the henchman went ape shit.

She was set down next to Joker, who looked her over again. He wrapped an arm around Bella's waist pulling her close to him. "Were you having fun doll face? Sorry, but daddy's got to interrupt." He pulled out his gun, waving it in the air. His other men that stayed behind, came from outside the abandoned apartment building. "Let me make something clear. This here is my toy, and I don't share. Nobody touches papa's candy but him. Are we all understood?" Joker didn't wait for an answer as he licked his scars, placing the gun in Bella's hands. He guided her hand as he aimed the gun at the henchman who had her blood on his face. "Or boom." Joker stated, pulling the trigger, the bullet hitting him between the eyes, blood spraying everywhere.

Bella screamed as blood spattered across the van and on her face. Her hands shook slightly as Joker plucked the gun from her hands letting out a laugh. "Hehe HA! Oh you should see your face." He gripped her by the arm, dragging her towards the entrance. "You're crazy." She sputtered, trying to pull away. Joker mimicked her in a high pitched voice, twirling her in the circle, as the made it to the door. He lifted her up bridal style as he crossed the threshold.

Bella's eyes went wide as he planted a kiss to her lips, pulling back with an audible smack. "And don't you forget it doll face!" Joker dropped her to the floor, Bella's feet barely coming out to break her fall. Joker grabbed her arm showing her around. They were currently in the living room, which was decked out in purple and white. There was a large flat screen tv that sat against the white wall, in front of a set of doors that looked out against the city.

There was a purple couch that sat cattycorner of the living room, a green loveseat right across from it. Bella suddenly realized that where she was wasn't an apartment complex at all. It was a penthouse. Bella's feet stepped forward as Joker pulled her into the kitchen, babbling on about food. Bella wasn't really paying any attention anymore, her mind going to what was going to happen to her wherever she was.

Bella was new to Gotham city, moving there just a few months ago, the big city something she wasn't used to, but she gave it a shot after she left Forks. The environment there was too stifling, with Jacob breathing down her neck 24/7, and the small town life becoming too small. The only thing she regretted was Charlie, but she was glad deep down knowing he was being taken care of. He met this sweet little nurse at the hospital named Sandy who immediately was smitten with her father.

Joker led her to a large bedroom, with dark green walls, a California King bed sat against the wall, facing two white French doors. There was a large walk in closest that could probably fit her old bedroom in it twice. Bella looked around in curiosity, Joker's grip finally letting up on her arm. His warm hands were on her neck again, brushing her long brown hair to the side, making her shiver.

"What are you going to do to me?" Bella asked softly, her mind trying to process just what type of situation she was in. Joker hummed in thought, his finger running down her back. "I can think of some things," He purred in her ear. "Do you still want to die Isabella?" He asked, the cool steel of his gun touching against her blood spattered cheek, his warm breath on her neck. She swallowed loudly, her breaths becoming deeper with each one she took.

Instead she replied, "Just Bella." Joker laughed lowly in her ear, the sound somewhat animalistic and dangerous. "You didn't answer my question Isabella." He turned her around towards him, giving her a menacing smile. He tilted her head back with a slight jerk of her hair, her gasp of surprise making him almost shudder. He put his gun under her chin, cocking it. "Do you?" He asked, ducking his head to kiss her creamy white neck.

He could feel her pulse beneath his lips, a slight smile forming. "I.." She swallowed, shuddering slightly at the way she got a slight thrill of his lips on her skin, no matter how crazy she knew this was. She felt disgusted for a moment as her lower body quivered, hating her body for the reaction it had. She hasn't felt lips on her since Jacob, and he sure didn't make her feel like this with just his lips or his teeth. Bella gulped down a slight moan when Joker none to gently bit into her skin, for sure leaving a mark.

He pulled away, looking down at her closed eyes, his eyes ranking over her body. He wondered what was beneath all the baggy clothing she wore. She was a pretty thing, so he didn't understand the reason for such garments. "Hmmmm?" He asked, reminding her of his original question.

His hand traveled down her side, fingers teasing her small waist. "No." She gasped out, pulling away from him, shaking her head to clear it some. Joker let her, letting out a laugh as he sat on the bed staring at her. He sat the gun on the bed, crossing his legs. "There's something strange about you. Do you know who I am?" He asked curiously, watching as she clearly tried to calm herself down.

She shook her head, watching him intently. That made Joker even more curious, his assumptions about her not being from Gotham correct. "But everybody knows who I am...you must know the Bat." He said in a matter of tone, his voice almost a whisper. Bella's confused eyes met his, head shaking. Joker stood up so fast that Bella stared at him slightly shocked. He grabbed her hands, pulling her close to him. "So Joker gets the girl first this time.." He whispers. His hands roamed down towards her jean covered ass, giving a slight squeeze, humming again as he seemed to underestimate her.

He leaned forward, head tilting as the fact that he grabbed nothing but flesh. "Hmmm, I wonder what else you're hiding." Bella jerked away from him, face flushing. "Well you won't get to see. "Besides...I have a boyfriend." She lied, hoping Joker's intentions with her would deter slightly. Joker raised a brow knowing she was lying, but indulged her anyway. She was different from the other women he had, she wasn't necessarily screaming for help, nor throwing a fit, spewing Batman's name around, she wasn't even trying to seduce him to win her freedom.

Joker stalked forward, and with each step Bella moved backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. She landed with a soft plop. Joker grabbed her chin roughly, his green eyes gazing into hers. "I don't like liars, but since this is your first time in my presence, I'll let it slide." He leaned in close to her ear, his tongue flicking out to lick the shell. "Even if you did...he wouldn't know what to do with you." He growled softly. Bella's breathing hitched slightly. What the hell was wrong with her?

Madness

The first thing Bella realized about Joker was that he had no problem killing his own men. After Joker practically spun her pretty little head around, he nudged her into the large bathroom to "freshen up". Bella's slight apprehension did not go unnoticed by him who just said, "I take what I want when I have it, and right now? I don't have you." Bella's nerves only died down a fraction of a second after Joker left, a scream ripping from her throat when she opened the glass covered door to find a man that looked to be in his mid 30's riddled with bullet holes in his chest, his eyes so wide, they were about to bulge out of his eye sockets.

Joker rolled his eyes sighing in annoyance. He was regretting not putting a bullet through her head, but his curiosity was still peaked though, which made him halt on that thought process. He turned back towards the bathroom, gun in hand. "Now what in the hell are you screaming about..." He stopped short at the sight before him, craning his neck. "Oh that..." He stated simply.

Bella's screaming immediately stopped as she looked at Joker. Joker just gave her a once over before letting out a sharp whistle. Two men popped in the doorway almost immediately. "So which one of you forgot to clean this mess?" Joker just looked between the two and of them and sighed. "Today would be a great time to start." He snapped.

The men rush forward, nearly tripping over themselves to get the body and dispose of it. Joker led Bella to another bathroom to do as she wished and followed the two men out to the parking garage, two loud gunshots ringing out, echoing in the daylight. Bella was ashamed to admit that she didn't even flinch when the second bullet went off. In a matter of hours, she has had a man killed, seen a dead body, and has taken residence with a criminal, an insane one at that. The bathroom she was currently in was just as big as the last one, with cream colored tiles and walls, a sink to match with a mirror above it, and a tub and shower separate from one another.

As Bella stepped out to dry off, she was a little shocked to find clothes waiting out for her on the sink, some necessities laid out for her as well, and everything decked out in purple. Bella walked over to the sink, wiping the steam from the mirror. She went about brushing her hair, lost in thought. She lived in a tiny apartment across town from the bank; it was a simple 1 bed, 1 bath, and the water never got hot enough. The bed was creaky and well worn, it smelled when it rained. The lights barely even worked sometimes. She would say this was a major upgrade.

"No...Criminal activity is a no... not getting used to this.." She muttered to herself, grabbing the skin tight jumpsuit. Bella's eyes bulged as she took it in. Looking at the tag, she sucked in a breath. It was two sizes too small. She took a glance at the bathroom door and bit her lip. She grunted a bit as she marched towards the door, pulling it open.

She didn't see anyone at first, so she stepped out tentatively. She saw a flash of purple and white round the corner. She hurried after it, holding her hand up. "Uh Joker...?" She asked, her head peeking from behind one of the French doors. He immediately turned around, his icy eyes regarding her coolly. Bella held up the material frowning. "Do you have anything else?" She asked.

Joker raised a brow. Bella fidgeted under his stare before clearing her throat a bit. She would not be intimidated. "It's too small." She sated, raising her own brow in return. Joker gave a slight smirk as he walked forward, taking in her towel covered body. "Have you even tried it on? I personally picked that out for you." He gave her a mock pout. He ran a gloved covered finger under her chin. "Purple would look great on you my dear." He purred, smiling as Bella shivered.

Even she couldn't deny there was some type of attraction. Bella cleared her throat, putting some distance between them. She swallowed on her way back into the bathroom, and closed the door shut. Joker watched the shadow under the door with interest, his ears trained to his men. Bella had to agree that she did look good in purple, the dark color of the bra and panties was stark against her skin. She slipped a foot into the skin tight jumpsuit, marveling at the ease at which it slid on.

It even had a little hood on it. Bella didn't think it would be so breathable either. She pulled up her hair into a messy bun and walked out of the bathroom to see two pairs of shoes. One was a fuchsia color pump with rhinestones on the heel and the other a pair of high-top purple converses with a gold J on them. Joker was leaning against the wall, a white shirt tucked into a pair of purple jeans. He looked her up and down slowly. "Some say I have woman's touch. We're going out to dinner doll face. Pick a pair and come on."

AN: My beta is helping me with ideas for The Human Among Is so I will have something soon, to those of you that are following that story. I hope everyone is well, and staying safe! Prayers to you all.