Jigsaw Puzzle || The Joker x Reader

➟ Chapter Six

You dropped Lillian off at her place before heading farther into the dark side of Gotham. You needed to stop at your childhood home first before going to The Joker's warehouse, so it was justified when he was confused as you pulled in to the driveway of a sizeable house.

"This will only take a second," you said, sliding out of the car.

You pocketed the keys incase Joker thought he could steal your car and get out of your deal. You popped the trunk to collect your bags, closed it, and walked to the front door of the brick house. You unlocked the door with hesitation, but since you didn't want The Joker to see your emotions of being there, you simply strolled inside as if done a million times.

The house had six bedrooms, four bathrooms, and other necessary rooms. You never wanted anything to happen to it, so you tried to maintain the residence by paying others to do it for you. You couldn't bear to return, but committing yourself back to this life, it felt essential to fully be back home.

You flipped on the lights and let yourself take in the grand entrance with a chandelier and single winding staircase in front of you. The memories hit you as you glanced to the living room that was to the left where you spent countless nights in deep conversation with your father as your old dog laid on the carpet. Your mother would be upstairs or out with other mob wives during these times.

You tore yourself away and scaled the staircase, walked down one of the two hallways and into your old room. You didn't take the time to bask in the moment because of the psychopath waiting for you, so you put the bags on the bed, took off your lab coat while concealing the pistol in your pants, and headed back downstairs. Your hand glided over the railing as you descended the steps and you paused when you heard rattling from the living room.

"Put that down," you commanded from the archway.

"So touchy." Joker snickered as he placed the family photo back on the fireplace mantel.

"Didn't anyone teach you to never sneak into the house owned by a mob?" you asked sarcastically.

Joker clapped his hands together. "Yes, but only if the security system is up."

You walked farther into the room. "Oh, it will be. Cameras inside, outside, and locks on the doors and windows."

"I could still get in," he said lightly as he continued to examine the room.

"I don't doubt that," you responded and crossed your arms.

"You were close with your parents," Joker stated.

"Yeah, obviously." You gestured around the house. "It's not the typical mob home. We had family pictures and Sunday dinners."

Joker hummed instead of replying. You, wanting to get down to business, threw your car keys to The Joker. He caught them, confused.

"You know where your place is, I don't," you explained, about to walk to the door until his next words stopped you.

"Do I frighten you, (Y/N)? Do the scars?" he asked in that deadly voice of his with his black eyes piercing into yours.

It was true, you had felt a pinch of fear when you were alone with him, but now you were partnering up to take down Gotham. There was no room for fright in your line of work, and certainly wouldn't help you out in your quest.

"Am I supposed to be?" you questioned.

Out of nowhere, Joker jumped at you with a blade in his hand. He was again aiming for your neck, but you grabbed his wrist and flipped him around so his back slammed into the wall. You twisted his wrist until he dropped the knife that made a clanking sound on the hardwood floor. Joker wasn't laughing this time around like he normally did in fights or battles.

"Yes," Joker growled.

You blinked up at him. "I grew up around guys, not exactly like you, but just as lethal. Back then, I was skilled, but I'm even more so now. I don't care about if I should be scared or what you expect of me, the fact of the matter is that I'm not and I won't be." You grit your teeth before your next words. "People are only fearful when they have something to lose or something to love. I have neither, so trying to break me isn't going to work when I'm already shattered."

You let Joker out of your grasp, bent down to pick up the knife, and put it in your pocket. You rounded the corner out of the living room and ripped open the front door, but stood there and waited for him. It was a full minute before he appeared and stalked past you. You locked the door behind you and went back to the car where you sat in the passenger seat.

Joker drove your car surprisingly obeying the street laws for the most part and arrived at a large warehouse within twenty minutes. You didn't speak the whole time, but the tension dissipated as soon as the car was parked in the garage and Joker placed the keys back in your hand with a stupid smile on his lips.

You walked with him through the dimly lit garage and up many flights of cement stairs, passing some silent goons on the way who didn't dare make
eye-contact with their boss but didn't refrain from checking out the woman with him.

Joker kicked open a door once you reached a higher floor to reveal what looked like the main area for the henchmen to relax, do business, eat, and whatever else with a television, couch, kitchen, pool table, dining table etc.

"I'm back!" Joker sang.

It was funny how his goons sprang up from lounging around and stood at attention like soldiers. There were eight of them and you acknowledged their height and builds incase you got into an altercation in the future.

"Who's that?" one of the men asked stiffly.

Joker chuckled and pranced over to them. "I'm glad you asked, Myers!" he exclaimed. "This is Dr. (Y/N) (L/N) formerly known as Jigsaw from the (L/N) mob family, and she will be our new associate."

You watched the realization dawn on their faces and it gave you satisfaction to know your family left such a legacy and trace behind to impact people almost instantly, but also that the family name was only known to criminals because they swerved away from the law so often.

You entered the room further and went straight up to each of the guys and shook their hands, much to their astonishment, even The Joker was uncharacteristically taken aback, but said man was feeling that way a lot lately. One thing your father taught you was that when you work with new people, show them respect whether they're above you or below you because anyone can put a bullet through your brain.

You stepped away to address them together. "I look forward to breaking every rule with you guys."