The Joker Imagines

Kidnapped pt. 1

Imagine being kidnapped by the Joker

You were walking home on the cold, dark streets of Gotham. You'd just gotten some groceries for a party that you'd be going to in a week or so.

As you walked the stone sidewalk, you couldn't help but feel...watched. You glanced behind you and saw nothing, and heard nothing but a car revving in the distance.

You sighed and kept walking. As you rounded the corner, you saw a beautiful purple sports car parked next to the sidewalk, accompanied by some trashy old vans. You couldn't help but stare at it in awe as you passed by and saw your reflection in the shiny paint.

You were so distracted by this beautiful car that you didn't notice the heavily armed men in full body costumes surround you. The majority had animal masks on. You jumped in surprise as you didn't know they were there.

They roughly shove you into the now open door of one of the black vans. You screamed and shouted in protest but nobody could hear you, and if they could, they probably wouldn't have helped anyway.

When you were finally inside the van, you saw that it was pimped out and was not trashy at all. There were white cushiony seats with random gold things placed here and there, like a cup holder. The front wheel was also gold with the letter "J" imprinted on it.

One of the men restrained you from struggling and another pulled out a walkie-talkie and spoke into it in a low voice.

"We got her boss,"

A smooth voice spoke back that sent shivers down your spine.

"Good. Let's take her back to the warehouse,"

The purple car revved and the two vans started their old engines too. The purple car pulled out and sped down the street and was soon out of sight.

Then the vans pulled out and also sped down the street, following wherever the sports car went.

You could tell that you were traveling at well over 85 miles per hour, and likely to get in an accident or have an encounter with Batman.

In under 2 minutes, the van abruptly slowed and parked. Because there were no windows, you had no idea where you were.

The large man restraining you opened the door and shoved you out. You took the opportunity to look around. (A/N: this is just my depiction of what I think it would look like)

You were standing in a large garage full of black vans, white vans, and several other beautiful sports cars, including the infamous purple Lamborghini.

The garage itself was dark and dingy with a few fluorescent lights scattered around in random parts of the ceiling. To the left of the garage, there was a set of stairs next to an elevator that also had the letter "J" imprinted on it.

When all the men were out of the van, they began to escort you up the stairs. You dared to speak.

"W-where are you taking me?" You stuttered.

They responded with silence. You began to feel nervous. They were obviously working for someone powerful enough. Someone who was probably referred to as "J".

After climbing stairs for what felt like forever, you finally made it to two very large white doors with another giant "J" on it. There was a scanner off to the side.

The man standing next to you with a bunny mask pulled out a badge of some kind, and he scanned it. The device let out a loud beep and the doors slowly swing open.

You gulped as you were brought in to meet whoever their "boss" was.

A/N: Hi everyone reading! I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. I went into this with no idea what I was gonna write, and I still don't know what I'm gonna write 😂

Please comment, and continue reading my material!

P.S. I'm planning on writing a part 2 to this!