Your POV Two weeks into dating the Joker and I was hooked. The way he looks at me? No one has ever looked at me this way. We're in the car and he's driving down windy roads, one hand on the steering wheel, the other holding my thigh. Every now and then he looks at my face and smiles.
Short Joker's POV She's so delicate, and so innocent- in the sense she's been caged her whole life- safe from fear, death, and temptation. She fascinates me.
Your POV The Joker's grip on my thigh tightens painfully when a car suddenly shoots out from the bushes and rams into ours, sending my head forward into the dashboard, the smell of blood filling up the air.
"Y/N, are you alright?" Joker asks, reaching into the glove compartment for his gun. I groan in response and scream when I see my leg has a gash in it. "Hey, It's okay," he smiles and takes off his dress shirt to tear a strip from it and wrap it around my leg. "Fuck! Where's my gun?" "Stay here doll face," he says frantically getting out of the car, taking a baseball bat with him. My eyes shut momentarily and I struggle to reopen them. Sounds of meat being punched increase as I open the car door and stumble towards the Joker.
"J, I don't feel..." When I look down, there is a man covered in blood, not breathing. "Oh my-"
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I cover my hand over my mouth and Joker looks over at me with a solemn face. When I try to run back to the car, he drops the bat and grabs me.
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"Y/N, I'm sorry you saw me like that. He's been trying to kill me for months, I had to do something about it".
"So you kill him?! You're a crazy person, Joker," I push him away, only half conscious at this point.
"I thought we established that when we met at a bank robbery," he teases, trying to hold me up. "Look, I couldn't let him decide he wanted to hurt you if he finished with me, alright?". He steadies me again, gripping my waist tightly and looking into my eyes. I nod my head and he smiles. "You don't look so good. We should get you back to the live-in doctor at the manor," he continues, lifting me bridal style, carrying me back to the car.
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