The Joker's Princess (Joker X Reader)

13

Your POV 

I stare up at the large brooding mansion with wide eyes. It looked like one of those houses straight out of a horror film.

With tall brick walls, long dark windows, and vines wrapping up the columns. Wasn't this supposed to be the home of the richest man in Gotham? Why did it look like an old orphanage?

I walk up the white stained marble steps and stand at the grand door. I could already tell that I was not going to enjoy living here, and I was tempted to turn around and run.

I look over my shoulder to see the police car still parked where he dropped me off. I give a sigh before lifting my hand and knocking on the wood.

Not even the a second later, the door creaked open, revealing an older gentleman. I recognized him from somewhere, but my mind was still fuzzy.

"Good evening Miss. (L/N), welcome to Wayne Manor," his voice was gentle and sweet and he kind of reminded me of my grandfather.

I nod to him and walk into the giant home, looking around at the tall walls and high ceilings. This place was definitely outdated, but it was on the countryside of Gotham and away from the crazy mayhem of the city. It was also far away from him.

My stomach twisted at the thought. Did I even want to be far away from him? His threat still stung in my mind. For every day I go without him, that would be one more life lost. And what if they do catch him? Could I survive the pain it would bring me if he were to be killed?

A clearing of a throat brought me out of my thoughts and I look up the grand staircase to see Bruce Wayne at the top, staring down at me.

His stare felt uncomfortable and I couldn't help but shuffle nervously. Last time I saw him, was at the fundraiser. He had knew who I was, and then there was something else but it was fuzzy too.

"Welcome to my home, (Y/N.) I am glad to see you fully recovered," he says as he begins walking down the steps.

"I guess you could call it that," I grumble under my breath.

He made his way over to me, nodding to the old man. "Thank you Alfred, I will take it from here."

The Butler bows his head before shuffling somewhere else. Bruce reaches out to take my bag of basic clothing and I let him have it. "We can buy you some more clothing if you'd like," he offers as he begins to lead me to what I presumed would be my room.

I hold back a scoff, "What exactly are you trying to accomplish here? Why can't I just go home. I haven't seen my parents in months and they are probably worried sick about me."

Bruce stops and turns to me with a shock expression. "You don't know?"

Those words made my stomach twist in knots and my chest grow heavy. I almost didn't want to ask. "W-what don't I know?"

Bruce's face turns solemn and he looks away with guilt. When he didn't answer me, I began to get angry.

"What don't I know!" I shout louder, my eyes beginning to water.

"You're parents were killed in a car accident while they were driving to Gotham after they heard of your kidnapping."

It was like my whole world froze in a case of ice before shattering into a million pieces. My parents were dead? No, it was not possible. It couldn't be possible!

"Liar!" I scream at him, turning on my heels and running for the door.

I heard a curse from behind me and footsteps following after me. I didn't care, all I wanted was to be away from here. To be with my parents!

I was only a few feet away from the front door when a large pair of arms wraps around me and hauls be back. "No! I need to see them! Let me go!!" I yell as I kick and thrash against him.